What they need is a little immorality in their lives. Then they wouldn't be so busy looking for it in other people's.

Plots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shop… suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.

One does see so much evil in a village,' murmured Miss Marple in an explanatory voice.

Coffee in England always tastes like a chemistry experiment.

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.

Words are such uncertain things, they so often sound well but mean the opposite of what one thinks they do.

What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.