My remarks are, as always, apt, sound, and to the point. (Hercule Poirot)

Very few of us are what we seem.

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

God bless my soul, woman, the more personal you are the better! This is a story of human beings - not dummies! Be personal - be prejudiced - be catty - be anything you please! Write the thing your own way. We can always prune out the bits that are libellous afterwards!

Jealousy, you know, is usually not an affair of causes. It is much more-how shall I say?-fundamental than that. Based on the knowledge that one's love is not returned. And so one goes on waiting, watching, expecting...that the loved one will turn to someone else.

The saddest thing in life and the hardest to live through, is the knowledge that there is someone you love very much whom you cannot save from suffering.

fiction is founded on truth....unless things did happen,people couldn't think of them.