Quotes from Louise Penny

The Paston Treasure.

absorbed she no longer existed. She'd finally absorbed herself.

She leaned in closer and saw there was a sticker attached to the mirror. On it was written, 'You're looking at the problem.' Nichol immediately began searching the area behind her, the area reflected in the mirror, because the problem was there.

But you want murderous feelings? Hang around librarians," confided Gamache. "All that silence. Gives them ideas." They laughed and as they walked back

Charles stirred

Pierre Patenaude's small world, where wretched actions could be justified, and others blamed.

he should fear never beginning to live.

The one inscribed Surprised by Joy and, above that, A Brave Man in a Brave Country.

Armand Gamache had no stomach to breach someone else's boundaries just because he could.

hard evidence

They lead "still" lives, waiting.' 'Waiting for what?' 'Waiting for someone to save them. Expecting someone to save them or at least protect them from the big, bad world. The thing is no one else can save them because the problem is theirs and so is the solution. Only they can get out of it.

lines from The Tempest to unnerve

I said I was only going to recite them once, and he could do with them as he wished." Armand Gamache lowered his fork to his plate and listened. "I don't know. I was wrong. I'm sorry." Lacoste recited them slowly, lifting a finger to count them off. "I need help," the Chief said, completing the statements.

They knew who was on their side. When did it get so difficult to tell? Gamache wondered.

Antes de los portátiles y de las BlackBerry y del resto de las herramientas que confundían la información con el conocimiento.

It's why we're all so fascinated with history. We're in a rowboat. We move forward, but we're always looking back.

It's possible to have a leader you wouldn't choose as a friend. But you need to at least respect them.

As they walked up the hill, their breaths puffing into the crisp air, Émile glanced at Armand, Henri walking at his side. Did he seem better? Was he getting better? Émile thought so, but he also knew it was the internal injuries that did the most damage. The worst was always hidden.

I was hanged for living alone," said Ruth. It was rare, almost unheard of, that she quoted her own poem, but they heard it now. "For having a weedy farm in my own name / And a surefire cure for warts.

you said that Hell is empty and all the devils are here. What did you mean?

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens.

want to crawl inside his skin and wrap herself around his

The room was filled with volume and volumes. With light. With peace.

Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished.