The truth must be quite plain, if one could just clear away the litter.
How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming... suddenly you find – at the age of 50, say – that a whole new life has opened before you.
But when a man is really in love he can’t help looking like a sheep. Now whenever that young man looked he looked like a sheep I take back all is this morning. It is genuine.
Oh, yes. I’ve no doubt in my own mind that we have been invited here by a madman-probably a dangerous homicidal lunatic.
Of course, if you’ve made up your mind about it, you’ll find an answer to everything.
To be part of something one doesn’t in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.
Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
Death was temporary, lasting only long enough to provoke a laugh from kids in pajamas sitting cross-legged in front of the TV set, gorging themselves on handfuls of Froot Loops.
At first, I was polite. Really. I said “excuse me,” I tried to squeeze through gaps, even apologized for stepping on some toes. What can I say, I’m Canadian.
Your idea of a woman is someone who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse. That’s all prehistoric.
When I know what the murderer is like, I shall be able to find out who he is.
Miss Marple always sees everything. Gardening is as good as a smoke screen, and the habit of observing birds through powerful glasses can always be turned to account.
In fact,′ said Poirot, ’she stabbed him in the dark, not realising that he was dead already, but somehow deduced that he had a watch in his pyjama pocket, took it out, put back the hands blindly and gave it the requisite dent.
There you are, Ariadne,” said Robin. “The whole plot of your next novel presented to you. All you’ll have to do is work in a few false clues, and – of course – do the actual writing.
When a man’s neck’s in danger, he doesn’t stop to think too much about sentiment.
That is the worst of Poirot. Order and Method are his gods. He goes so far as to attribute all his success to them.
He was not fond of young people in herds. He thought them uninteresting and crude.
Now, as I expect you know, there is nothing more cruel than talk, and there is nothing more difficult to combat. When people say things behind your back there is nothing you can refute or deny, and the rumours go on growing and growing, and no one can stop them.
So many things are difficult,” said Miss Marple. It was a useful phrase which she used often.