No sign, so far, of anything sinister – but I live in hope.
You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them – and, that way she missed love.
Poirot: Do not allow Hate into your heart, for it will make a home there. Jackie: If Love cannot live there, Hate works just as well.
The things young women read nowadays and profess to enjoy positively frighten me.
You’ll be glad too, when the end comes.
You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not!
There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.
Self-preservation’s a man’s first duty. And natives don’t mind dying, you know. They don’t feel about it as Europeans do.
Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.
I would like it to be said that I was a good writer of detective and thriller stories.
I didn’t want to work. It was as simple as that. I distrusted work, disliked it. I thought it was a very bad thing that the human race had unfortunately invented for itself.
Writing is a great comfort to people like me, who are unsure of themselves and have trouble expressing themselves properly.
Until one looks back on one’s own past one fails to realise what an extraordinary view of the world a child has.
Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.
Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.
The trouble with you and me, is that we don’t live in the real world. We dream of fantastic things that may never happen.
I have often had occasion to notice how, where a direct question would fail to elicit a response, a false assumption brings instant information in the form of a contradiction.
It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.
One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.