“Oh please tell me we're not doing the Poirot thing again — the suspects in the library with the candlestick or whatever'.Max looked at him [DCI Cotton]. 'Fruitcake in this case. And what would you ...”

“La vie est vaine,Un peu damour,Un peu de haine,Et puisBonjour!La vie est brve:Un peu despoir,Un peu de rveEt puisBon soir! Ah, brief is Life,Loves short sweet way,With dreamings rife,And thenGood-d...”

“And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-""Ah, no, my friend-""From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, al...”

“Poetry is not the most important thing in life... I'd much rather lie in a hot bath reading Agatha Christie and sucking sweets.”

“Wwhat the hell? Weve all got to die sometime!”

“A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.”

“Father and Ivy used to go off on their excursions, never knowing that I was relieved when they were gone. That I'd wear my nightgowns all day and read from dawn till dusk.”

“Sheriff Fox was running his fingers through his thin hair. In a few short years, hed look bald as a peeled apple. The Snoop sisters and their sidekick, the towns bag lady no less, had traipsed into...”