Well, he'd gone this far, animated by nothing more noble than curiosity, he told himself as he studied the face of the man in the mirror, pushing his collar down over his neatly knotted tie. The man's...
And off in the far distance, the gold on the wings of the angel atop the bell tower of San Marco flashed in the sun, bathing the entire city in its glistening benediction.
I think people prefer to remember happy times, well, happier times, and if they can't remember them, then to change the memories and make them happier.
Her mask gave no sign of how this affected her.
I never wanted to be rich or successful or famous. I just wanted to be happy and have fun.
He looked down at the glass again. ‘I care that these things happen, that we poison ourselves and our progeny, that we knowingly destroy our future, but I do not believe that there is anything - and I...
She became his Ariadne, leading him through the labyrinth of books, stopping now and then to pass another one to him.
Guilo, although a lawyer, never lied; at least not to his friends.
Beauty was where you found it, and it was always comforting to see.
You know, Guido, at times I find it difficult to believe you do the sort of work you do. (Medical examiner's view of Commissario Guido Brunetti)
The old die softly or the old die hard,
Perception of personal danger very often set people on the path of virtue.
A great comfort faith can be to those left behind.
Though everyone in the bar knew who he was, no one asked him about the death, though one old man did rustle his newspaper suggestively.
How beautiful, the grace of women; how soft their charity.
He hesitated then, anticipating the panic that came when there was nothing left to read
We buy things. We wear them or put them on our walls, or sit on them, but anyone who wants to can take them away from us. Or break them....Long after he's dead, someone else will own those stupid litt...
Patta’s expression seemed cordial enough, though from past experience Brunetti knew this was meaningless: vipers liked to bask on rocks in the sunshine, did they not?
His clothing marked him as Italian. The cadence of his speech announced that he was Venetian. His eyes were all policeman.
Life had taught him to be profoundly suspicious of coincidence, and it had similarly taught him to view any seemingly random conjunction of events or persons as coincidence and thus be suspicious of t...