I am of an age where I know what I like and what I do not like. What I like, I enjoy enormously. What I dislike, I cannot abide.
I am Hercule Poirot. I do not need to be told. I have eyes and they see. A brain and it thinks. It now thinks somewhat poorly of you.[to Andrew]
You have a choice still. You can ruin his life or begin a new one. It may not be the life that you imagined, but perhaps it will be the life that God intended.[to Jackie, about Simon]
I have the advantage. I can only see the world as it should be. And when it is not, the imperfection stands out like the nose in the middle of a face. It makes most of life unbearable. But it is useful in the detection of crime.