To Say That Agatha Christie’s

Many Emotions Go Under The Name Of Love, And Almost Any One Of Them Will For A While Divert The Mind From The Real, True, And Perfect Thing.

I Think About Death Every Day - What It Would Be Like, Why It Would Happen To Me. It Would Be Humiliating To Be Afraid.

We Dislike Those We've Injured.

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.

It Is Not So Much True That The World Loves A Lover As That The Lover Loves All The World.