Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt - - an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become...
She was nothing more than a mere good-tempered, civil and obliging Young Woman; as such we could scarcely dislike her - - she was only an Object of Contempt
A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...