Writers are diffident creatures -- they need encouragement.

Oh, I'm not afraid of death! What have I got to live for after all? I suppose you believe it's very wrong to kill a person who has injured you-even if they've taken away everything you had in the world?

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

You want beauty,' said Hercules Poirot. 'Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth. I want always truth.

That was what, ultimately, war did to you. It was not the physical dangers--the mines at sea, the bombs from the air, the crisp ping of a rifle bullet as you drove over a desert track. No, it was the spiritual danger of learning how much easier life was if you ceased to think.

The supernatural is only the natural of which the laws are not yet understood.

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