I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming.

Nothing, I believe, is so full of life under the microscope as a drop of water from a stagnant pool.

And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-" "Ah, no, my friend-" "From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together - by death.

I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.

People who can be very good can be very bad too.

Many friends have said to me, 'I never know when you write your books, because I've never seen you writing, or even seen you go away to write.' I must behave rather as dogs do when they retire with a bone; they depart in a secretive manner and you do not see them again for an odd half hour. They return self-consciously with mud on their noses. I do much the same.

Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.