The women in the room chatted about love, about childhood, about losing parents, about Mr. Spock, about good books they'd read. They mothered each other.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

Peter swept aside Yogi Tea and Harmony Herbal Blend, though he hesitated a second over the chamomile. .... But no. Violent death demanded Earl Grey.

Her voice was slightly accented but her French was perfect. Someone who'd not just learned the language but loved it. And it showed with every syllable. Gamache knew it was impossible to split language from culture. That without one the other withered. To love the language was to respect the culture.

Foolish people are never harmless. Stupidity accounts for as many crimes as anger and greed.

Better to accept the wretched truth than struggle, twisting to make a wish a reality.

A good novel is a good novel, pointe finale. And I think what I'm writing is exactly that.