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41 " nothing got away from the chief unless he wanted it to, scowled. "
― Louise Penny , The Cruelest Month (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #3)
42 " He had a lot to ponder and he knew that everything is solved by walking "
43 " He had a lot to ponder and he knew that everything is solved by walking. "
44 " the answers lay in flesh and blood, not in a book and not in a report. And so often not even in things corporeal, but in something that couldn’t be held and contained and touched. The answers to his questions lay in the murky past and in the emotions hidden there. The "
45 " And she didn’t care about any one, just this one. "
46 " clever and "
47 " he wondered whether it was always the young who were brave. And the old grew fearful and cowardly. Was "
48 " Things were not as they seemed. The known world was shifting, reforming. Everything he’d taken as a given, a fact, as real and unquestioned, had fallen away. But "
49 " I have seen flowers come in stony places, And kind things done by men with ugly faces,’ Gamache said, "
50 " near enemy. It’s a psychological concept. Two emotions that look the same but are actually opposites. The one parades as the other, is mistaken for the other, but one is healthy and the other’s sick, twisted. "
51 " he knew most places felt just a little sad in spring, when the bright and playful snow had gone and the flowers and trees hadn’t yet bloomed. The "
52 " 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. "
53 " Armand Gamache found murderers by following the trail of rancid emotions. Beside "
54 " 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, "
55 " Paul Hiebert’s Sarah Binks, the cover said. "
56 " Armand Gamache was never more glad he’d married this woman, who made his battles theirs. "
57 " She’d heard someone say once that all the English secretly crave is breakfast three times a day. And for herself she knew it to be true. She could live on a diet of bacon, eggs, croissants, sausages, pancakes and maple syrup, porridge and rich, brown sugar. Fresh-squeezed orange juice and strong coffee. Of course, she’d be dead in a month. Dead. "
58 " Despond not, though times be bale, And baleful be, Though winds blow stout – "
59 " An old pagan ritual from a time when pagan meant peasant and peasant meant worker and being a worker was a significant thing,’ said Myrna. Agent "
60 " Funny how I learned freedom from creatures that are rooted in place. "