Louise Penny Quotes

…in the library…surrounded by things far more dangerous than what roamed the school corridors. For here thoughts were housed.

Not everything buried is actually dead. For many, the past is alive.

Jesus, is Gamache hiring fetuses now?

They spoke in semaphore, all punctuation unnecessary.“You?”“Great.”They’d trimmed the language to its essentials. Before long it would just be consonants. Then silence.

She’d forgotten to love, but she also forgot to hate. (about Clara’s mother, who had dementia)

…while men and women perished, and cities fell, symbols endured, grew. Symbols were immortal.

Don't be so sure, " said Gamache. "It's a little humbling to realize the pedestal isn't quite so high after all."Brebeuf chuckled. "Welcome to earth, Armand. It's a little dirty down here.

They stared ahead. Silent. Morin had never realized murderers were caught in silence. But they were.

But we don't have to react. That's what I'm saying. A police force, like a government, should be above that. Just because we're provoked doesn't mean we have to act. -- Still Life

I often think we should have tattooed on the back of whatever hand we use to shoot or write, 'I might be wrong.

We're all blessed and we're all blighted, Chief Inspector, " said Finney. "Everyday each of us does our sums. The question is, what do we count?

Photos sat on the piano and shelves bulged with books, testament to a life well lived.

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.

She taught me that life goes on, and that I had a choice. To lament what I no longer had or be grateful for what remained.

. .his cell phone didn't work in Three Pines, and neither did email. He almost expected to see messages fluttering back and forth in the sky above the village, unable to descend.

Rules meant order. Without them they’d be killing each other. It began with butting in, with parking in disabled spaces, with smoking in elevators. And it ended in murder.

A murder was never about brawn, it began and ended in the brain and the brain could justify anything.

…believing sarcasm and rude remarks kept the monsters at bay. They didn’t.

You weren't lost. You were exploring. There's a difference.

Conscience. Imagine being pursued by your own conscience….A mountain of conscience. Throwing a lengthening shadow. Growing. Darkening.

Do you know the sums that I do?” “I count my blessings.