Very few of us are what we seem.

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.

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?

Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.

Words, mademoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas.

The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.

Poirot said placidly, “One does not, you know, employ merely the muscles. I do not need to bend and measure the footprints and pick up the cigarette ends and examine the bent blades of grass. It is enough for me to sit back in my chair and think. It is this – ” he tapped his egg-shaped head – “this, that functions!