“DON'T EAT NONE OF THE PLUM PUDDING. ONE WHO WISHES YOU WELL.”

“Write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you are writing, and aren't writing particularly well.”

“One little Indian left all alone, he went out and hanged himself and then there were none.”

“What I feel is that if one has got to have a murder actually happening in one's house, one might as well enjoy it, if you know what I mean.”

“Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ...”

“There was a moment when I changed from an amateur to a professional. I assumed the burden of a profession, which is to write even when you don't want to, don't much like what you're writing, and aren't writing particularly well.”

“Who are you? You don't belong to the police?''I am better than the police,' said Poirot. He said it without conscious arrogance. It was, to him, a simple statement of fact.”