A World Of Curiosities Quotes
"There was nothing actually magical about those words."
"Everything will be okay, she said as she ran through the warm June morning."
"There’s always another story," whispered Jean-Guy. "There’s more than meets the eye."
"It was a long, interminable, cruel hours of waiting."
"Her mother’s missing. Someone should’ve been found to stay with them."
"You’re getting nothing. Step back before you contaminate the scene."
"The blindness you mention isn’t believing in the essential goodness of people, it’s failing to see it."
"I need to remember that, Jean-Guy. The blindness you mention isn’t believing in the essential goodness of people, it’s failing to see it."
"What blinded us, he told Beauvoir, were the horrific acts."
"Before I was not a witch, but now I am one."
"There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye."
"And what do the Sûreté archives look like?"
"You’ll kill me, but Inspector Chernin and Agent Beauvoir will return fire and kill you."
"I’m hoping to stop them from completely disassociating."
"You’re the last line of defense, Agent Beauvoir. You have to stop him."
"I hope she was a better mother than she appears."
"Is there anyone we should be calling? Any family?"
"He wanted to open up to them in hopes they’d relax and open up to him. It was, he admitted, slightly manipulative. But more than anything, Armand wanted Fiona and Sam to know that while shocking and devastating, it was possible to survive. And even, with help, be happy one day."
"It’s not that they liked it. It was all they knew."
"Who hurt you once, so far beyond repair / That you would greet each overture with curling lip."
"I think you killed your mother, Fiona. I think you did it in self-defense, after years of abuse. I’m not sure you meant to, or that you even really knew what you were doing. And I think Sam helped you."
"It was the sort of room a cloistered monk from the Middle Ages would have found sparse."
"He did not meet his employer. They only communicated through written instructions, and part of the payment was left at a public house in the nearby village of Sweetsburg."
"I was hanged for living alone / For having a weedy farm in my own name / And a surefire cure for warts."
"She was old in my day." He shook his head and smiled. Then he remembered what had happened, and his smile fell from his face."
"If she did want to hang herself, would your wife have chosen this tree?"
"We need to talk, but first I need to make a call."
"I think I’ve discovered a homicide," said Gamache.
"Just outside Cowansville. I need you to look up the file on a Patricia Godin. She died on April twenty-first of this year."
"Yes. They put it down to depression caused by a hysterectomy."
"How did you discover it?" Beauvoir asked.
"So you think someone killed her to stop her from reading the letter?"
"How could this have anything to do with her death?"
"They’re down in the bookstore now," said Myrna.
"But how could they have gotten it in here without you seeing?" asked Jean-Guy.
"Alors," Dr. Mirlande Louissaint said, cocking her head slightly.
"We sat down and wept," Mongeau sang in a soft but a clear tenor. "And wept."
"I’m needed here. I have Jean-Guy and others. I’ll be fine."
"But I will send someone with you," he said. "Someone discreet. To help."
"Well, no one will ever suspect she’s a cop."
"‘Babylon,’" he whispered. "You don’t think…"
"A memory of a fear / that has now come true."
"I was a psychologist. Had a private practice, but I also worked in the prison system with the worst offenders."
"Rumor was loose in the air, hunting for some neck to land on."
"They’re incredibly manipulative. They know what you want to hear, and they say it."
"They’re not only the most important person in the universe, they’re the only one. Everyone else only exists in relation to themselves."
"I came here hoping maybe, maybe, the Gamaches would finally see me."
"What if the person refuses to see the bright blue curtains?"
"And now it is now, and the dark thing is here."
"You didn’t recognize me because all you really saw when you looked at Robert Mongeau was the fact he loved his dying wife. It never occurred to you that John Fleming could love that deeply."
"It wasn’t murder, it was a mercy killing."
"But finally, you did it out of love and kindness. As you say, kindness kills."
"It wasn’t a mercy killing, it wasn’t love. It was the cold-blooded act of a lunatic."
"You gave me both, dear man. I might’ve died in prison, but you gave me purpose. You made me strong."
"Think, think, think. I’m sure there’s a way out of this. I’ve had years to plan, you have about fifteen minutes. Better think fast."
"His home? The serial killer is in Chief Inspector Gamache’s home?"
"Seems, Armand, you were slightly smarter than I thought. You figured it out."
"Almost at the Incident Room in Three Pines."
"They’re in the house. Quick. We’re almost out of time."
"Time and patience. Time and patience, Armand."