The Monogram Murders Quotes

One cannot do such harm to another and not wound one’s own soul in the process.

Tell them I've two spare rooms here. It might not be as grand as the Bloxham, but everybody's still alive when they wake up in the morning.

we cannot help how we feel, but we can choose whether or not to act upon those feelings.

It is the job of art to replace unhappy true stories with happier inventions.

If I decided to be a serial killer and went on a murderous rampage with a kitchen knife, she’d find some way to be supportive. She’d probably buy me a set of monogrammed cleavers.

I thought to myself that a conversation was a strange thing that could take you almost anywhere. Often you were left stranded miles from where you had started, with no idea about how to get back.

In my opinion, a superior mind counts for nothing unless accompanied by a superior heart.

If something is in a person’s head, then it is real,” Poirot said.

I will be angry until my dying day, Mr Catchpool. Greater sinners persecuting lesser sinners in the name of morality—that’s something worth raging about.

It is hate that makes people kill, Mr Catchpool, not love. Never love. Please be rational.

The Bible, with all its rules, is simply a book written by a person or people. It ought to carry a disclaimer, prominently displayed: 'The word of God, distorted and misrepresented by man.

Seems to me there’s not much time to read about other people’s lives and live your own while you’re at it. If I have to choose, and I reckon I do, I’ll choose living my own life over reading summat about someone else’s.

I’m not convinced that stories from real life have beginnings and ends, as a matter of fact. Approach them from any vantage point and you’ll see that they stretch endlessly back into the past and spread inexorably forward into the future. One is never quite able to say “That’s that, then,” and draw a line.

Poirot smoothed his mustache, as if he imagined that laughing might have shaken it out of shape.

Alas, the human mind is a perverse, uncontrollable organ,

Jā, skābeklim vajag daudz laika, lai sasniegtu mazās, pelēkās šūniņas! Bet nebēdējiet, galu galā tas ieradīsies tur, kur visvairāk ir vajadzīgs, un nokļūs jūsu smadzeņu spilventiņā.

Different people regard rules differently, no matter what those rules happen to be. Mutinous characters like me always resent constraints, even perfectly sensible ones, but there are some who welcome their existence and enforcement because it makes them feel safer. Protected.

The food at Pleasant’s was almost as good as the coffee. Indeed, when he considered the two together, Poirot found it hard to believe what he knew to be the case: that everybody who worked in the kitchen here was English. Incroyable.

I have an unorthodox sense of humor. Charles used to complain about it. I never told him this, but I don’t believe in heaven and hell. Oh, I believe in God, but not the God we hear so much about.

Hell is empty’?” “‘And all the devils are here,

It would not have done Poirot any good whatever to state that his wishes were the precise opposite of hers in this respect. Nothing fascinated him more than the private passions of strangers he would probably never meet again.

It is among the more pointless of my habits: wondering what I ought to do when there is no doubt about what I am going to do.

does not sound ‘quite simple’ to me,” I said. “It sounds inordinately complicated.

... Bagaimana sesuatu yang baik bisa dihasilkan dari pertumpahan darah dan pembunuhan besar-besaran? Bagaimana kemajuan bisa dicapai oleh orang-orang yang hanya ingin merusak dan menghancurkan, yang tidak bisa menceritakan harapan dan impiannya tanpa memberengut benci dan marah?

I must say, I did not and never would understand why he required such a sizeable audience. It was not a theatrical production.

There comes a point in most cases—and by no means only those in which Hercule Poirot has involved himself—when one starts to feel that it would be a greater comfort, and actually no less effective, to talk only to oneself and dispense with all attempts to communicate with the outside world.

Art speaks to the heart and soul more than to the mind.

Sometimes a gentle perambulation causes a new idea to rise to the surface of one’s thoughts.

A loose tile; Poirot could not sleep in a room with such a thing.

The wounds you can’t see are the worst.

You believe hope to be the enemy of science and not its driving force?

I have looked into the eyes of murderers, and I have witnessed the aftermath of crimes that would leave your coddled lords huddled in a corner, crying into their monogrammed handkerchiefs.

Oh, that, certainly, but not only that,” said Margaret. “Different people regard rules differently, no matter what those rules happen to be. Mutinous characters like me always resent constraints, even perfectly sensible ones, but there are some who welcome their existence and enforcement because it makes them feel safer. Protected.

How in the name of heaven can anything ever be made better by bloodshed and mass slaughter? How can any improvement be brought about by men who wish only to smash and destroy, who cannot speak of their hopes and dreams without their faces twisting in hatred and anger?

Greater sinners persecuting lesser sinners in the name of morality—that’s something worth raging about.