I’m glad I‘m sitting down, Guido. You make my knees go all wobbly.
It’s more important to understand people than to forgive them.
If anything, the spirit that drove him now was fiercer, but there was no denying the diminishing powers of his body. He
His eyes were all policeman.
Her glance put him on the scales and weighed him, and then she said, ‘Less trouble accepting reality, I think.
Helmut thought himself above common morality. Or perhaps he thought he’d managed to create his own, different from ours, better.
Brunetti had once come across the term ‘compassion fatigue’, but thought that the oh-so-clever press had got it wrong, and the term should really be, ‘horror fatigue’.
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...
Aren’t you ashamed that you pay all of your attention to acquiring as much money as you can, without giving any thought to truth and understanding and the perfection of your soul?
Again, she put her face in her hands and wiped away the years, then let them return and looked at him.
A man without a sense of fashion is a man without a soul.
He involved in the bankruptcy of that plastics factory? Ten years ago? Fifteen?’ Of course, that was where Brunetti had read the name: the factory up near
Come face to face with this reminder of what we all know and feel uncomfortable knowing: that life plugs along, no matter what happens to any of us. It puts one foot in front of the other, whistling a...
A man in whom violence boiled below the surface in much the same way that fresh-poured polenta waited for the chance to burn the mouth of anyone who tried to eat it.
When you’re in pain, you need to think of something so that at least part of you can be free of the pain, so that your mind can go somewhere where there’s no pain.
We never know them well. Do we?Who?Real people.What do you mean, real people?As opposed to people in books, Paola explained. They’re the only ones we ever know well. Or know truly.
To serious readers like him and Paola, reading was an activity, not a pastime, and so the presence of another person added nothing to it.
Then, as if Truth had reminded her to whom she was speaking, she added, ‘But I wasn’t surprised.
That’s probably because they said a lot of other things, as well.
South.`But no name?,'No, Guido. But I'll keep