Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot
... evil was, perhaps, necessarily always more impressive than good.
I have wanted . . . to commit a murder myself. I recognized this as the desire of the artist to express himself! . . . But-incongruous as it may seem to some-I was restrained and hampered by my innate sense of justice. The innocent must not suffer.
The urge to write one's autobiography, so I have been told, overtakes everyone sooner or later.
As you yourself have said, what other explanation can there be?' Poirot stared straight ahead of him. 'That is what I ask myself,' he said. 'That is what I never cease to ask myself.
I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.
Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.
It is my experience that no one, in the course of conversation, can fail to give themselves away sooner or later. Everyone has an irresistible urge to talk about themselves.
Hercule Poirot: I am an imbecile. I see only half of the picture. Miss Lemon: I don't even see that.
Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them. [Witness for the Prosecution, also published in The Hound of Death and Other Stories.]
One little Indian boy left all alone; He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
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.
That is what I mean. A bath! The receptacle of porcelain, one turns the taps and fills it, one gets in, one gets out and ghoosh - ghoosh - ghoosh, the water goes down the waste pipe!" "M. Poirot are you quite mad?" "No, I am extremely sane.
If only-if only, Hastings, you would part your hair in the middle instead of at the side! What a difference it would make to the symmetry of your appearance. And your moustache. If you must have a moustache, let it be a real moustache-a thing of beauty such as mine.
Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any farther...you've come to the end of things.
I never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves,” said Joanna. “It arouses all my worst instincts.
Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.
Your not reliable. You wouldn't be at all a comfortable sort of person to live with.
Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realise it. - Miss Marple
I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial. It was a child's weapon--and she'd probably never got out of using it. If I wanted Sheila, I must accept her as she was--be at hand to prop up the weak places. We've all got our weak places. Mine were different from Sheila's, but they were there.
Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
Poirot: Do not allow Hate into your heart, for it will make a home there. Jackie: If Love cannot live there, Hate works just as well.
Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?
there is no fanatic like a religious fanatic.
When a man is really in love he can't help looking like a sheep.
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