The Brutal Telling (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache #5)

by Louise Penny

And he knew what a forgotten, and precious, quality “nice” was.

the old poet tossing either stale buns or rocks at the other birds.

anyone who’d get up at two in the morning to smack a melon in the dark deserved attention.

His mother was staring at him as though he’d peed in the Château Frontenac dining room. He knew that look from when he was a boy and peed in the Château Frontenac dining room.

“Something’s very wrong when dumping bodies is part of our business plan.”

“You come back from the dead and bring breakfast cereal?”

“Most unhappiness comes from not being able to sit quietly in a room.”