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“After the dusk of the passage, the evening sunshine that was pouring into the room made my eyes blink. I took a step or two across the floor and then stopped dead. For a moment I could hardly take in the meaning of the scene before me. Colonel Protheroe was lying sprawled across my writing table in a horrible unnatural position. There was a pool of some dark fluid on the desk by his head, and it was slowly dripping on to the floor with a horrible drip, drip, drip. I pulled myself together and went across to him. His skin was cold to the touch. The hand that I raised fell back lifeless. The man was dead — shot through the head.”

“Diez negritos se fueron a cenar; uno se asfixió y quedaron nueve. Nueve negritos estuvieron despiertos hasta muy tarde; uno se quedó dormido y entonces quedaron ocho. Ocho negritos viajaron por Devon; uno dijo que se quedaría allí y quedaron siete. Siete negritos cortaron leña; uno se cortó en dos y quedaron seis. Seis negritos jugaron con una colmena; una abeja picó a uno de ellos y quedaron cinco. Cinco negritos estudiaron Derecho; uno se hizo magistrado y quedaron cuatro. Cuatro negritos fueron al mar; un arenque rojo se tragó a uno y quedaron tres. Tres negritos pasearon por el zoo; un gran oso atacó a uno y quedaron dos. Dos negritos se sentaron al sol; uno de ellos se tostó y sólo quedó uno. Un negrito quedó sólo; se ahorcó y no quedó… ¡ninguno!”

“My last name is Poirot, like Agatha Christie's famous detective Hercule Poirot; no relation to the fictional character.”

“I read a lot of Agatha Christie's that fall of 1938 - maybe all of them. The Hercule Poirots, the Miss Marples. Death on the Nile, The Mysterious Affair at Styles, Murders .. on the links, .. at the vicarage, and.. on the Orient Express. I real them on the subway, at the deli, and in my bed alone. You can make what claims you will about the psychological nuance of Proust or the narrative scope of Tolstoy, but you can't argue that Mrs Christie fails to please. Her books are tremendously satisfying.”

“You do not know the force of the German propaganda. It appeals to something in man, some desire or lust for power. These people are ready to betray their country not for money, but in a kind of megalomaniacal pride in what they themselves, were going to achieve for that country. In every land it has been the same. It is the Cult of Lucifer- Lucifer, Son of the Morning. Pride and desire for personal glory!”

“Even though I'm an ordinary writer, I too, have trouble when it come to writing along the way. But at least I manage to self-publish my book with no errors (hopefully). Just check out Agatha Christie, an author who also has a learning disability. She managed to be succesful. And I hope that I would be successful as her and Abishek Bachan.”

“Las mujeres tienen suerte, aunque el noventa y nueve por ciento no lo sabe. ¿A qué edad se lanzó Santa Teresa a reformar monasterios? A los cincuenta. Y podría citar muchos casos más. De los veinte a los cuarenta las mujeres se hallan absortas biológicamente... y con toda razón. Se preocupan de los niños, los maridos, los amantes... Las relaciones personales. O subliman todas estas cosas y se lanzan a una carrera, de forma típicamente femenina y emocional. Pero la segunda flora­ción natural es de la mente y el espíritu y su edad cuando una alcanza la madurez. Según van envejeciendo, las mujeres se interesan más en cosas impersonales. Los in­tereses masculinos se reducen, los de las mujeres se am­plían. A los sesenta un hombre se repite, por lo general, como un gramófono. A la misma edad, una mujer, si tiene cierto individualismo, es un ser interesante.”

“Mary Cavendish'i ilk gördüğüm anı hiçbir zaman unutmayacağım. Parlak ışıkta belirginleşen ince, uzun, biçimli vücudunu ve daha önce tanıdığım hiçbir kadında görmediğim o ilginç, muhteşem gözlerinde anlam bulan alev alev yanan pırıltıyı. Bu ince, zarif, uygar bedendeki ehlileştirilememiş vahşi ruhun asla ifade bulamadığı sakin, dingin doğasında belirginleşen yoğun gücü... bunlar kafamın bir tarafına adeta kazınmıştı. Ve asla unutmayacaktım.”

“—Então o senhor tem uma teoria? —Um detetive, M. Martin, sempre tem uma teoria. É o que se espera dele. Pessoalmente, não chamo de teoria. Digo que é uma ideiazinha. Essa é a primeira fase. —E a segunda? —Se a ideiazinha for acertada, então eu sei! É bastante simples, como se vê. —Gostaria que me dissesse qual é a sua teoria... ou ideiazinha.”

“I'd rather have my job than yours." "Why?" "Because your job deals very largely with what we call right and wrong — and I'm not at all sure that there's any such thing. Suppose it's all a question of glandular secretion. Too much of one gland, too little of another — and you get your murderer, your thief, your habitual criminal. Clement, I believe the time will come when we'll be horrified to think of the long centuries in which we've indulged in what you may call moral reprobation, to think how we've punished people for disease — which they can't help, poor devils. You don't hang a man for having tuberculosis.”