The trouble is, that this sort of things once it starts, grows.
The truth is people are an extraordinary mixture of heroism and cowardice.
Hercule Poirot spread out his hands in his most foreign manner.
Bottled, was he?" Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. "Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a certain utensil - well - well, nevermind.
A meal should always lie lightly on the estomac," said Poirot. "It should not be so heavy as to paralyze thought.
Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.
Race nodded. He had only met George's wife once. He had thought her a singularly lovely nitwit—but certainly not a melancholic type.
They tried to be too clever---and that was their undoing.
One must have consideration for those less gifted than oneself.
Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. A grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before.
There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.
Decidedly it was the policy of an imbecile.
Like many old people she slept lightly and had periods of wakefulness which she used for the planning of some action or actions to be carried out on the next or following days.
One little soldier boy left all alone. How did it end? Oh, yes! He got married and then there were none.
A malformation of the grey cells may coincide quite easily with the face of a Madonna.
Things never burn when you want them to, they got out. You'd probably have had to strike match after match.
People are capable of surprising one frightfully. One gets an idea of them into one's head, and sometimes it's absolutely wrong. Not always - but sometimes.
But it wasn't really scandals Miss Marple wanted. Nothing to get your teeth into in scandals nowadays. Just men and women changing partners, and calling attention to it, instead of trying decently to hush it up and be properly ashamed of themselves.
You know what girls are -- they go to these queer parties in studios where the young men have funny ties and they come home and talk a lot of nonsense.
They are never really dead, these super criminals.
You've no idea of the agony of having your characters taken and made to say things that they never would have said, and do things that they never would have done. And if you protest, all they say is that it's ‘good theatre.