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I have a certain experience of the way people tell lies.
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They have, all of them, such wonderful good manners. Not taught good manners - the natural thing. I could never have believed till I came here that natural courtesy could be such a wonderful - such a positive thing.
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Even the sensible and the competent have been given tongues by le bon Dieu - and they do not always employ their tongues wisely.
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It’s so messy bleeding like a pig.
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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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'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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Blood tells - always remember that - blood tells.
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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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There is no such thing as muddle - obscurity, yes - but muddle can exist only in a disorderly brain.
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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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'Me, I am convinced it is the truth,' said M. Bouc, becoming more and more enamoured of his theory.
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Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.
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Never do I deceive you, Hastings. I only permit you to deceive yourself.
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I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.
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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.
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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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'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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The character of the victim has always something to do with his or her murder.
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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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Perhaps a little of Trollope, but not to drown in him.
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In my end is my beginning - that's what people are always saying. But what does it mean? And just where does my story begin? I must try and think...
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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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Freckles are so earnest and Scottish.
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'I saw a particular personage and I threatened him - yes, Mademoiselle, I, Hercule Poirot, threatened him.' 'With the police?' 'No,' said Poirot drily, 'With the Press - a much more deadly weapon.'