Juliet singles out Romeo. Desdemona claims Othello. They have no doubts, the young, no fear, no pride.
Does the real thing ever have the perfection of a stage performance?
One of us in this very room is in fact the murderer.
Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot
I never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves,” said Joanna. “It arouses all my worst instincts.
Who is there who has not felt a sudden startled pang at reliving an old experience or feeling an old emotion?