... obsessions are always dangerous.

Assumptions are dangerous things.

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

It's so much nicer to be a secret and delightful sin to anybody than to be a feather in his cap.

I have wanted . . . to commit a murder myself. I recognized this as the desire of the artist to express himself! . . . But-incongruous as it may seem to some-I was restrained and hampered by my innate sense of justice. The innocent must not suffer.

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.

Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.