A Trick of the Light (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #7)

by Louise Penny

Gamache didn’t have a gun. Never carried one, if he could help it. Instead, he’d automatically taken his reading glasses from the bedside table. He never went anywhere without tucking them into his pocket. In his opinion they were far more help, and more powerful, than any gun.

this was a task for those who were expendable. In their careers and otherwise.

But his mind stopped there. Some things were beyond imagining.

the birth of a death. The beginning of an end. An old event still fresh and alive in someone’s mind.

“Do you think, maybe, we’ve ended up in the same cell?” asked Gamache. When Olivier didn’t respond Gamache walked toward the door then hesitated. “But I wonder who the guards are. And who has the key.”

But as he got older he yearned for less and less. Family, friends. Books.

But what we know and what we feel can be two different things.”

Hope offered, then denied. A particular cruelty.”

There’s no kindness in false hope.”

“You aren’t expecting a miracle today?” Gamache asked. “Are you?” “Always. And I’m never disappointed.

sometimes drowning men are saved.”