Writing is a great comfort to people like me, who are unsure of themselves and have trouble expressing themselves properly.

It's a mystery to me how anyone ever gets any nourishment in this place. They must eat their meals standing up by the window so as to be sure of not missing anything.

There are many things that are unbelievable. Especially before breakfast, is it not? That is what one of your classics says. Six impossible things before breakfast.

It is deplorable...to remove all the romance - all the mystery!

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.

My remarks are, as always, apt, sound, and to the point. (Hercule Poirot)

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.