Desperate ills need desperate remedies.

If anyone is really determined to lend you a book, you never can get out of it!

You have a tendency, Hastings, to prefer the least likely. That, no doubt, is from reading too many detective stories.

Nurses - nurses, you'm all the same. Full of cheerfulness over other people's troubles.

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 have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea.