A Rule Against Murder (Chief Inspector Armand Gamache, #4)

by Louise Penny

To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished.

They were home. He always felt a bit like a snail, but instead of carrying his home on his back, he carried it in his arms.