Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any farther...you've come to the end of things.

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 here are linked together - by death.

One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's.

One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

Unless you are good at guessing, it is not much use being a detective.