Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.

I'm going to marry him. And if he thinks he can get divorced and married every two or three years in the approved Hollywood fashion, well, he never made a bigger mistake in his life. He's going to marry and stick to me.

What good is money if it can't buy happiness?

Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking." "An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.

There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a professional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you're writing, and aren't writing particularly well

Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.

Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?