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.

You're shocked, Mr. Burton, at hearing what our gossiping little town thinks. I can tell you this - they always think the worst!

Sitting here with one's knitting, one just sees the facts. -"The Blood-Stained Pavement

Evil is not any superhuman, but it is HUMAN.

Coffee in England always tastes like a chemistry experiment.

Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple

Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!