Nature, she knew, abhorred a vacuum, and these people, faced with an information vacuum, had filled it with their fears. - Louise Penny

You’re lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

What killed people wasn't a bullet, a blade, a fist to the face. What killed people was a feeling. Left too long. Sometimes in the cold, frozen. Sometimes buried and fetid. And sometimes on the shores of a lake, isolated. Left to grow old, and odd.

told him the four sentences that lead to wisdom. He’d said them only once, never repeating them. But once had been enough for Gamache. I’m sorry. I was wrong. I need help. I don’t know.