After spending most of her life scanning the horizon for slights and threats, genuine and imagined, she knew the real threat to her happiness came not from the dot in the distance, but from looking for it. Expecting it. Waiting for it. And in some cases, creating it. Her father had jokingly accused her of living in the wreckage of her future. Until one day she'd looked deep into his eyes and saw he wasn't joking. He was warning her.
Louise PennyFew things are better in the world than a room full of librarians. I consider them literary heroes. The keepers and defenders of the written word.
Louise PennyNo good ever comes from putting up walls. What people mistake for safety is in fact captivity. And few things thrive in captivity.
Louise Penny