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Instead she violently signed Bite, angry, angry, bite! with both hands right in my face. It was an astonishing and very intimidating performance.

It was a show, Corvus knew: underneath the genteel exterior was a man with all the refinement and sensitivity of a ferret.

Are you surprised? He doesn't believe in any power greater than himself. And we all know he's God-like anyway—in his own mind, at least.

the partition was rolled up for ventilation, and she was lying in her hammock reading one of the books Vernon had brought, a thriller called utopia.

Intuition, Pendergast knew, was the end result of the most sophisticated kind of reasoning.

Fou, très fou! Why, in New Orleans I would have finished

just adapted the process to the ocean, treating it mathematically like a sea of interacting particles and forces.

All indications are that burglar/murderer Rudy Guede was a police informant.

This idea that animals in nature are uncorrupt and peaceful, while man is corrupt, violent, and unnatural, is sheer, unadulterated, unmitigated, onehundred-percent crap.

He said we didn't merit a family all by ourselves. I'm not sure I would go that far, but it's an interesting thought. And an idea influenced, no doubt, by the existence of Jennie. In the end, you see, because of Jennie, he lost his objectivity.

I know you are reading this poem listening for something, torn                           between bitterness and hope

The air-conditioned car and the cool look of things outside was as refreshing as an icepack.

No man looks with love on deeds that to the high Gods hateful prove.

The gods at will can shape a gladder strain, and from the lamentations at the graveside, a song of triumph may arise.

Obedience is the mother of success and is wedded to safety.

I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because when two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worries and only half the royalties.

To all those who lead monotonous lives in the hope that they may experience at second hand the delights and dangers of adventure. [author's dedication]

It is odd how, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial.

I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because where two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worries and only half the royalties.

They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

It is deplorable...to remove all the romance - all the mystery!

It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them

I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.