A Better Man (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #15)

by Louise Penny

Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

“I’m well in body,” said Clara. “But considerably rumpled up in spirit.”

“I didn’t feel the aimed word hit,” Beauvoir said, looking up at the embittered old poet. “And go in like a soft bullet.” I didn’t feel the smashed flesh closing over it like water over a thrown stone.