It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." ~ Poirot

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Things never come when they are expected.

I really cannot understand the point of what you're saying. Really,' said Clotilde, looking at her. 'What a very extraordinary person you are. What sort of a woman are you? Why are you talking like this? Who are you?' Miss Marple pulled down the mass of pink wool that encircled her head, a pink wool scarf of the same kind that she had once worn in the West Indies. 'One of my names,' she said, 'is Nemesis.' 'Nemesis? And what does that mean?' 'I think you know,' said Miss Marple. 'You are a very well educated woman. Nemesis is long delayed sometimes, but it comes in the end.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.