Ah! Madame, I reserve the explanations for the last chapter.
You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.
There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.
That is why most great love stories are tragedies.
Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor. Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. It is an art...
I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.
I don't think necessity is the mother of invention. Invention . . . arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
And yet, said Poirot, suppose an accident-Ah, no, my friend-From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these h...
She looked at them with shining eyes. Her chin went up. She said: You regard it as impossible that a sinner should be struck down by the wrath of God! I do not! The judge stroked his chin. He murmured...
I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something.
The popular idea that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.
The truth is never horrible, only interesting.
Very few of us are what we seem.
It often seems to me that's all detective work is, wiping out your false starts and beginning again.Yes, it is very true, that. And it is just what some people will not do. They conceive a certain the...
I suppose it is because nearly all children go to school nowadays and have things arranged for them that they seem so forlornly unable to produce their own ideas.
Hercule Poirot spread out his hands in his most foreign manner.
When you read the account of a murder - or, say, a fiction story based on murder - you usually begin with the murder itself. That's all wrong. The murder begins a long time beforehand. A murder is the...
What good is money if it can't buy happiness?
Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.
There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a professional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you're writing, and aren'...