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Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.
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These little things are very significant.
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'The English are very stupid,' said Poirot. 'They think that they can deceive anyone but that no one can deceive them.'
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It would be difficult Bland thought, to forget Hercule Poirot, and this not entirely for complimentary reasons.
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It’s so messy bleeding like a pig.
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I have a certain experience of the way people tell lies.
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Perhaps a little of Trollope, but not to drown in him.
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Words had become to him a means of obscuring facts - not of revealing them. He was an adept in the art of the useful phrase - that is to say the phrase that falls soothingly on the ear and is quite empty of meaning.
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I have given them life instead of death, freedom instead of the cords of superstition, beauty and truth instead of corruption and exploitation. The old bad days are over for them, the Light of the Aton has risen, and they can dwell in peace and harmony freed from the shadow of fear and oppression.
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Not if the butcher had become a butcher simply in order to have a chance of murdering the baker. One must always look one step behind, my friend.
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I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.
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'There’s no reason why women shouldn’t behave like rational beings,' said Simon stolidly. Poirot said dryly: 'Quite frequently they do. That is even more upsetting!'
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Well, of course, Gwenda dear, you can always do that when you’ve exhausted every other line of approach, but I always think myself it’s better to examine the simplest and most commonplace explanations first.
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I have always been so sure - too sure... But now I am very humble and I say like a little child: 'I do not know...'
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Tout de même, it is not necessary that he should be killed on the Orient Express. There are other places.
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Now there is no murder without a motive.
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That was the worst of Dr Reilly. You never knew whether he was joking or not. He always said things in the same slow melancholy way - but half the time there was a twinkle underneath it.
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Oh, dear, it's quite true what Dr. Reilly said. How does one stop writing? If I could find a really good telling phrase... Like the one M. Poirot used. In the name of Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate... Something like that.
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'This affair must all be unravelled from within.' He tapped his forehead. 'These little grey cells. It is ‘up to them’ - as you say over here.'
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Work, Mr. Burton. There’s nothing like work, for men and women. The one unforgivable sin is idleness.
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'Yes. I like to see people get angry. I like it very much. But here in England they do not get angry like they do in Spain. In Spain they take out their knives and they curse and shout. In England they do nothing, just get very red in the face and shut up their mouths tight.'
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'It’s so dreadfully easy - killing people… And you begin to feel that it doesn’t matter… That it’s only you that matters! It’s dangerous - that.'
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Like most Englishmen, he felt something strongly, and proceeded to muddle around until he had, somehow or other, cleared up the mess.
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He could have shot her from behind a hedge in the good old Irish fashion and probably got away with it.