Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again. - Louise Penny

He knew time could heal. But it could also do more damage. A forest fire, spread over time, would consume everything.

People wandered in for books and conversation. They brought their stories to her, some bound, and some known by heart. She recognized some of the stories as real, and some as fiction. But she honored them all, though she didn't buy every one.

In my teens my drug of choice was acceptance, in my twenties it was approval, in my thirties it was love, in my forties it was Scotch. That lasted a while,’ she admitted. ‘Now all I really crave is a good bowel movement.