I am not mad. I am eccentric perhaps--at least certain people say so; but as regards my profession. I am very much as one says, 'all there.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

Why shouldn't I hate her? She did the worst thing to me that anyone can do to anyone else. Let them believe that they're loved and wanted and then show them that it's all a sham.

Everything that has existed, lingers in the Eternity.

I've got a stomach now as well as a behind. And I mean - well, you can't pull it in both ways, can you? ... I've made it a rule to pull in my stomach and let my behind look after itself.

You agree - I'm sure you agree that beauty is the only thing worth living for.

Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking." "An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.