“Barges from around the world floated up and down the river on their way to and from Montréal and the Great Lakes. I imagined the sailors aboard these ships—far from home, tired, excited, adventurous, lonely—and felt a little better knowing I wasn’t the only stranger in this place.”
Source: The River is Everywhere
“Un homme né avec une cuillère d'argent dans la bouche qui, parce qu'il attribue l'importance de sa fortune à la hauteur de ses efforts, se permet de cracher sur quiconque rappelle à sa conscience que seuls ceux qui ont tout peuvent croire qu'ils n'ont besoin de personne.”
Source: Le manifeste des parvenus: Le think big des penses-petit
“This was the near mythical monastery of Saint-Gilbert-Entre-les-Loups. The home of two dozen cloistered, contemplative monks. Who had built their abbey as far from civilization as they could get. Twenty-four men had stepped beyond the door. It had closed. And not another living soul had been admitted. Until today. Chief Inspector Gamache, Jean-Guy Beauvoir and Captain Charbonneau were about to be let in. Their ticket was a dead man.”
Source: The Beautiful Mystery
“It was in January. A light, sticky snow had fallen irresolutely, at intervals, all day. Toward evening the weather changed; the sun emerged, just sinking over the great pine forest to the west, hung there, an angry ball, and all the snow-covered rock blazed in orange fire. The sun became a half-circle, then a mere red eyebrow, then dropped behind the forest, leaving the air clear blue, and much colder, with a pale lemon moon riding high overhead. There was no wind, it was a night of still moonlight, and within an hour after sunset the wet snow had frozen fast over roofs and spires and trees. Everything on the rock was sheathed in glittering white ice. It was a sight to stir the dullest blood.”
Source: Shadows on the Rock
“И да живееме илјадници години, би поминале како една, зашто годините се за да доаѓаат и одат.”
Source: Vera Pavladoljska
“The snows fell one upon another until the houses were muffled, the streets like tunnels. Between the storms the weather was grey, with armies of dark clouds moving across the wide sky, and the bitter wind always blowing. Quebec seemed shrunk to a mere group of shivering spires; the whole rock looked like one great white church, above the frozen river.”
Source: Shadows on the Rock
“Don't ask me, I'm British.”
Source: Beyond Enkription
“Like an actor he had a sense of approaching anti-climax before the curtain went up, a sense of great things dwindling to a small, mean end; as death itself seemed small and mean to him after the struggles of his life.”
Source: Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy
“Memory is a dog that wants to please its master.”
Source: Gabriel's Moon
“and when you're the girl known for being invisible, there's nothing quite as scary as being seen. - Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy”
Source: Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy