The Madness of Crowds (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #17)

by Louise Penny

All shall be well. And all shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well.

Then let us all turn eyes within, And ferret out the hidden sin.

What is essential is invisible to the eye.

Knowledge, ideas, thoughts. Imagination. All invisible. All lived in libraries.

He dropped his eyes to the smiling father figure in the photograph. And had it confirmed, yet again, that most monsters looked exactly like that. They didn’t hide in dark alcoves. The distinguished monsters sat among them. Secure in the knowledge that no one would condemn them, even if they knew. “The Prince of Darkness is a gentleman,” said Mary Hague-Yearl, following his thoughts and his eyes to the photograph.

maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.

Every parent, he was sure, became slightly insane the moment their children were born.

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