At the very end of his life, Dom Prosper knew there was a beginning. But it would be up to someone else to find it. To solve the beautiful mystery.
-Prologue, p. 4

It would have been beautiful, if not for the certainty that one of the men singing the words of God, in the voice of God, was a killer.
-Chapter 5, p. 45

God might be on the side of the monks, Beauvoir thought, but time wasn't.
-Chapter 6, p. 57

Transmutation, thought Gamache. Not water into wine, but a whisper into an audible word.
-Chapter 11, p. 100

"Gregorian chants aren't just music and they're not just prayer. They're both, together. The word of God sung in the voice of God. We'd give our lives up for that."
-Chapter 13, p. 115

More equal, as Orwell had it, than others. And people killed for that all the time.
-Chapter 14, p. 136

"I told the abbot...