Quotes from Louise Penny

Well, maybe her need to be right will be tempered by her curiosity.

I know, I know, I know she's with God," said Robert. "I know she's at peace. But oh God, oh God.

She had a face, a body, made not for a Paris runway but for good meals and books by the fire and laughter. She was constructed from, and for, happiness.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds. It was first published in 1841 by Charles Mackay.

Henry David Thoreau. The question is not what you look at, but what you see.

And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.

knows she's loved. What more do any of us want?

violent death did that. It was an eclipse, blocking out all that was beautiful, joyous, kind or lovely. So great was the calamity.

Was there an invisible world, Gamache wondered. A place where diminished people met, where they recognized each other? Because if he knew one thing about Julia Martin it was that she too was invisible.

Beneath his cheerful and friendly manner there peeked every now and then a condescension, an awareness that he had a lot and others had less. And somehow that made them less.

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

I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses for not growing up and getting on with life.' Myrna leaned back again in her chair and took a long breath. 'Life is change. If you aren't growing and evolving you're standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead. Most of these people are very immature. They lead "still" lives, waiting.

The room erupted into laughter. Indeed, people laughed all the way through. When Brian told them about being in the psych ward and having his doctor ask how much he drank, and he told him a beer a day, the place went hysterical with laughter. Gamache and Beauvoir exchanged looks. Even the president was amused.

The sort others cut off in conversation, cut in front of in grocery lines, overlook for jobs though their hand might be raised and waving.

And after all it is nothing new / It is only a memory, after all / a memory of a fear.

what often distinguished great people of the arts wasn't genius, but perseverance.

Emily Carr. And the ridicule she'd endured at the hands of gallery owners, critics, a public too afraid to go where she wanted to take them.

Picking up his pace, he and Henri wove between the revelers carrying their hollow plastic canes filled with Caribou,

Tchaikovsky's violin concerto in D Major.

Life is change. If you aren't growing and evolving you're standing still, and the rest of the world is surging ahead. Most of these people are very immature. They lead "still" lives, waiting.' 'Waiting for what?

testament to a life well lived.

I know what I'm doing," said Armand. "And I know an epitaph when I hear it.

Armand Gamache had expected to need a few moments to adjust to the dark interior. He hadn't expected that he'd need to adjust to the light.

No man is as bad as the worst thing he's done." "Why would he quote a death-row nun?" asked Joan.