In the midst of life, we are in death.
I'm not often bored,' I assured her. "Life's not long enough for that.
It is clear that the books owned the shop rather than the other way about. Everywhere they had run wild and taken possession of their habitat, breeding and multiplying, and clearly lacking any strong hand to keep them down.
If you are to be Hercule Poirot, you must think of everything.
Wonderful things, horses. Never know what they will do, or won't do.
Evil is not any superhuman, but it is HUMAN.