And that, Brunetti realized, was beginning to interest him a great deal, for the answer to his death must lie there, as it always did. Santore
Wife is her husband’s richest treasure, a helpmeet, a steadying column. A vineyard with no hedge will be overrun; a man with no wife becomes a helpless wanderer,
Pasticcio
Well, there’d be no determining breed with this one: he was as much Bergamasco as Labrador, as much spaniel as hound. He was happy, that was evident, and perhaps that’s all a dog needed to be and all...
She believed that books served as a mirror of the person who accumulated them.
If anything, the spirit that drove him now was fiercer, but there was no denying the diminishing powers of his body. He
I remember that’s the way he was before we came out here. But then it was as if we’d come to a magic country where people changed into the person you wanted them to be, and all of a sudden my father b...
I guess God can be whatever God wants to be. Maybe God's so great that even our little rules about material reality and our tiny little universe don't mean anything to God. You ever think of that?
He had learned over the years that most professional and social situations were pretty much like water on uneven ground: sooner or later, they would work themselves level. People, over time, generally...
Brunetti shrugged. They believed him to be a member of the community of scholars...'Community of Scholars, she repeated , It would make the chickens laugh
Brunetti had long been of the opinion that one of the handicaps of stupidity was its inability to imagine intelligence.
Brunetti asked, surprised how painful he still found the thought of his mother. He had tried for the last year, with singular lack of success, to tell himself that his mother, that bright-spirited wom...
Both of them had always taken delight in this most wonderful of holdovers from the academic Stone Age, the fact that the rector of the university was addressed as Il Magnifico Rettore, the only thing...
Ufficio catasto,
A woman whom the course of years had turned sour and to whom the vows meant poverty of spirit, chastity of humour, and obedience only to some rigorous concept of duty.
Torri and
It’s more important to understand people than to forgive them.
In any other city in Italy, the fact that no one had seen or heard anything would be no more than an indication of their distrust of the police and a general unwillingness to help them. Here, however,...
If you work with only your body, all you'll do is work for enough to eat.
Helmut thought himself above common morality. Or perhaps he thought he’d managed to create his own, different from ours, better.