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

Our weapon is our knowledge. But remember, it may be a knowledge we may not know that we possess.

These little grey cells. It is up to them.

There's no agony like [getting started]. You sit in a room, biting pencils, looking at a typewriter, walking about, or casting yourself down on a sofa, feeling you want to cry your head off.

The whole thing was like a nine-month ocean voyage to which you never got acclimatized.

Women can accept the fact that a man is a rotter, a swindler, a drug taker, a confirmed liar, and a general swine, without batting an eyelash, and without its impairing their affection for the brute in the least. Women are wonderful realists.

Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.