The Keeper Quotes

“a face that’s good-looking as long as you get it at the right angle and don’t have high expectations in the way of chins.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“This townland doesn’t like being balked. If it isn’t fed what it wants, it’ll make its own fodder.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“Autumn is when Ardnakelty comes into its own. Its summers and winters are half-assed by Cal’s standards, but autumn is meant for nuance and there this place is expert, layering the air with the smells of earth and wet leaves, shading the land with every subtlety of green and gold, coding its weather hints in the slightest twist of breeze or shift of cloud. The last geese, straggling southward, send up their forlorn clamor.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“he's found the intricate webs, constructed over centuries, that bind people to one another, to their land, and to their past”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“piseogs,”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“I don't need Tommy dead. He's no good to me that way. What I need is him tarred and feathered and run out of town on a rail, with every man and woman in this place lined up to spit on him along the way, 'cause they all know he's a piece of shit and so is everything that comes outa his mouth.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“Ardnakelty has no time for Guards. The townland will run its own investigation, spreading unseen below the official inquiry like ancient trailways underlie the brash modern roads; it’ll reach its own conclusions, and deal out its own justice.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“Cal can smell water up ahead, a clear cold note cutting through the rich autumn tangle of scents.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“Cal realizes”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“like one of those underwater creatures that lie wide-mouthed on the seabed waiting to receive anyone and anything that comes their way.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“He digs into a supermarket bag at his feet and pulls out another of the small plastic objects. It turns out to be a figurine of the Virgin Mary. On closer inspection Cal realizes it’s a bottle, filled with some kind of clear liquid. The cap, in a tasteful shade of blue, is Mary’s crown. “That’s holy water inside it,” Bobby informs him. “Taken straight from the spring at Lourdes, and then blessed by a priest.” “One for everyone in the audience,” Mart says, patting his on the head. “Well, many thanks,” Cal says. “I appreciate that. Do I drink it?” “Use it as a mixer,” Senan tells him. “Goes great with gin.” “You do not,” Bobby says, shocked. “Well, you might take a sup if you had cancer or something, maybe. I wouldn’t say it’d taste nice, after being in the bottle so long. But mostly you’d use it to bless things with. Yourself, like, or your house. I put a bitta mine on the car, with the way people drive around here, and I was going to do the sheep, only I haven’t enough to go round.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“The shop is in fact where Cal would expect to get wind of trouble, or of anything else underway in Ardnakelty townland, from pregnancy to potato blight.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“His phone beeps: thumbs-up emoji.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“She’ll be grand. She’s tough.” “I know she is,” Cal says. He doesn’t know how to say that that’s the problem”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“Autumn is when Ardnakelty comes into its own. Its summers and winters are half-assed by Cal’s standards”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“had to set her distances inside herself rather than outside.”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“years here”
― Tana French, The Keeper

“They have about two miles of road to cover”
― Tana French, The Keeper