What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one’s house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.
Why shouldn’t I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they’re loved and wanted and then show them that it’s all a sham.
To count – really and truly to count – a woman must have goodness or brains.
One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.
One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.
I am all that there is of the most real.
Evil is not any superhuman, but it is HUMAN.
Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.
Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.
A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves.
And so could you know it if you would only use the brains the good God has given you. Sometimes I really am tempted to believe that by inadvertence, He passed you by.
Elephants can remember, but we are human beings and mercifully human beings can forget.
A woman who doesn’t lie is a woman without imagination and without sympathy.
One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within twenty-four hours you nearly always come across it again.
It’s like all those quiet people, when they do lose their tempers they lose them with a vengeance.
Sometimes I feel sure he is as mad as a hatter and then, just as he is at his maddest, I find there is a method in his madness.
Hasting – There are times when it is one’s duty to assert oneself.
He laughs best who laughs at the end.
One never quite allows for the moron in our midst.
I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.