Quotes from Louise Penny

How close they all were, without knowing it, to disaster. All the time.

experience, was something that needed to be removed. It was a chore that fell from the sky.

Don't you generate theories, based on probability, and then eliminate them as facts come in? Isn't that how you find killers?" "Very true. But we also have to consider emotions. How we feel about things influences how we see them.

He sat quietly for a moment, lost in what was now and forever the past. The scene he described would never be repeated. That overheard sound would never be heard again.

She radiated rage now. He felt his face would bubble and scald. And he knew why none of the Morrow children had ever been this close. And wondered, fleetingly, about Bert Finney, who had.

But then, dynamism and kindness often didn't go together, though when they did they were unstoppable.

who would want to kill kindness.

El tiempo, pensó Gamache al salir a la oscuridad, lo cubría todo tarde o temprano. Acontecimientos, personas, recuerdos.

Oh, you'd be surprised how clearly the heart can see. What I do know is that how we feel drives what we think, and that determines what we do. Our actions leave behind evidence, those facts you mention. But it all starts with an emotion.

Reine-Marie put her head back and laughed. Armand smiled, then turned full circle. His gaze took in the dark forests and luminous homes, the three huge pines and the soft snow falling from the sky, as though the Heavens had opened, and all the angels were joining them. Here. Here. "Dad." Armand turned.

Le beau risque. The great risk. The beautiful risk. To climb out of the hole and start again.

New Brunswick. Shediac. Lobster Capital of the World.

If this was the right thing to do, why did it feel so wrong? But no, it didn't feel wrong. It felt wretched. Horrific. A nightmare. But sometimes 'right' felt like that.

Stating a truth, but leaving out a greater truth.

Ruth's last book of poetry was called I'm FINE. Which sounded good until you realized, often too late, that "F.I.N.E." stood for "Fucked-Up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Egotistical.

Unbelievable. I don't

Julian of Norwich said it first, you know," said Myrna. "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.

Let every man shovel out his own snow, and the whole city will be passable,' said Gamache. Seeing Beauvoir's puzzled expression he added, 'Emerson.' 'Lake and Palmer?' 'Ralph and Waldo.

Miss Neal's was not a natural death, unless you're of the belief everything happens as it's supposed to.

What a wonderful epitaph, thought Gamache. He cared for himself.

generation, and he believed it. His one foolish decision. But sons tend to believe fathers.

He had a lot to ponder and he knew that everything is solved by walking.

And this, Agent Nichol, is the key. It's choice.' 'Choice?' 'We choose our thoughts. We choose our perceptions. We choose our attitudes.

So that the boy grew an outer hull to withstand assault. But while those skins saved tender young souls, Gamache knew, they soon stopped protecting and became the problem. Because while the hard outer shell kept the hurt at bay, it also kept out the light. And inside the frightened little soul became something else entirely, nurtured only in darkness.