I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.

There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.