There’s a reason the heart is the organ given to love, you know. If it stops to rest, we die.[to Poirot]
Money is the only friend a woman can rely on.
Maybe, to fix a broken heart, all it takes is a single bullet.
Ah, love. It is not safe.
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]
Writing tragedy is easy. I just imagine someone I wanna punish. Then I imagine them in love.
Simon loves me. I know it. Even if he’s forgotten, dazzled by her. Love that fierce doesn’t vanish.
Love is far too important to trust to God.
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It’s bad enough to be married for one lifetime. To be side by side for eternity is inhumane.
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 are quite the most ludicrous man I have ever seen.[to Poirot]
When you have money, no one is ever really your friend.
