Once sex rears its ugly 'ead it's time to steer clear.
There are, fortunately, very few people who can say that they have actually attended a murder.
A genuine coincidence always means bad luck for me; it's my only superstition.
Mourning is not forgetting... It is an undoing. Every minute tie has to be untied and something permanent and valuable recovered and assimilated from the dust.
It's pitch, sex is. Once you touch it, it clings to you.
Chemists employed by the police can do remarkable things with blood. They can weave it into a rope to hang a man.