There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.
They tried to be too clever – and that was their undoing.
When you find that people are not telling you the truth – look out!
Real evidence is usually vague and unsatisfactory. It has to be examined – sifted. But here the whole thing is cut and dried. No, my friend, this evidence has been very cleverly manufactured – so cleverly that it has defeated its own ends.
No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought? – Poirot.
Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.
One doesn’t recognize the really important moments in one’s life until it’s too late.
The past is the father of the present.
From an early age I knew very strongly the lust to kill...
You agree – I’m sure you agree that beauty is the only thing worth living for.
If you love, you will suffer, and if you do not love, you do not know the meaning of a Christian life.
Truth, however bitter, can be accepted, and woven into a design for living.
No innocent person ever has an alibi.
Where do one’s fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
Everybody said, “Follow your heart”. I did, it got broken.
There are more important things than finding the murderer. And justice is a fine word, but it is sometimes difficult to say exactly what one means by it. In my opinion, the important thing is to clear the innocent. – Hercule Poirot.
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.
But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.
There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
I don’t know. I don’t know at all. And that’s what’s frightening the life out of me. To have no idea...