I know enough of life to know that you can never judge any case on its outside merits.

No one human being knows the full truth about another human being. Not even one's nearest and dearest.

To be part of something one doesn't in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.

I mean, what can you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it. That's all." ~ Mrs. Oliver