Quotes from Louise Penny

wondered why she chose her isolated

How'd he know there was a but? Not for the first time Beauvoir hoped Gamache couldn't actually read his mind. There was a lot of junk up there. As his grandfather used to say, 'You don't want to go into your head alone, mon petit. It's a very scary place.

Truth?" Gilbert's tone was amused. "No real scientist talks about the truth.

Sometimes the beard was loose, sometimes it was braided and sometimes, like that afternoon, it was in its own ponytail so that Al's head looked like something about to be tie-dyed.

Yeti. Big Foot. There was some old creature his grandmother had told him about. The Green Man. Half man, half tree. This was him. Beauvoir gripped his stick.

Evil is unspectacular and always human, and shares our bed and eats at our own table,' Jane said almost under her breath. 'Auden,' she explained, nodding to the book in Gabri's hand and flashing a smile that broke the unexpected, and unexplained, tension.

precision and clarity where the police

Our secrets make us sick because they separate us from other people. Keep us alone. Turn us into fearful, angry, bitter people. Turn us against others, and finally against ourselves.

What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

Pierre Patenaude, whom she was currently interviewing, had just explained that the staff changed almost every year, so it was necessary to train most of them. "Do you have trouble holding on to staff?" she asked. "Mais, non," Madame Dubois said. Agent Lacoste had

His skin was pocked and ruddy, his nose large and misshapen, red and veined as though he'd snorted, and retained, Burgundy.

think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.

Armand Gamache knew no good ever came from putting up walls. What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity. And few things thrived in captivity.

Scientists might appear rational, but they were in fact completely at the mercy of their emotions. Because most never learned to face them.

But Clara knew why she wept. Not for Julia, not for Mrs. Morrow. She wept for all the Morrows, but mostly for parents who gave gifts and wrote "from." For parents who never lost children because they never had them.

Armand Gamache found murderers by following the trail of rancid emotions. Beside

no easy words of comfort. To do that would be to simply comfort themselves. What Monsieur Béliveau needed was to feel bad. And then he'd feel better. Now,

in her Montreal office the day a batch of rejection letters arrived, ripping them into pieces and dropping them on the floor for the hired help to clean up. 'This world is messed up, I tell you. People are cruel and insensitive, they're out to screw each other. There's no love or compassion. This', she sliced her book violently in the air like an ancient mythical hammer, heading for an unforgiving anvil, 'will teach

He would be the object lesson, the walking warning to the cadets. What happened when you gave in to temptation. When you listened to the fallen angels of your nature.

But when does the lifeboat become the prison ship? When does the drug start working against you? Had her beloved, gentle, wounded husband escaped too far?

Loiselle shifted his gaze to the Prefect, supervising the arrests, before returning to Daniel. "Don't shy away from the truth. It's an amazing thing, to be willing to die for each other.

He knew it was there, that opiate of the Anglos. And his hand clutched the box just as the kettle whistled. Violent death demanded Earl Grey.

Peter's a lucky man," he said. "Except in one respect. He doesn't seem to know how lucky he is.

Paul Hiebert's Sarah Binks, the cover said.