Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet, unassuming people. Delightful fellows.

Time is the best killer.

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

I learned ... that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back - that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a one way street, isn't it?

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

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

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.