The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

by Agatha Christie

It is odd, when you have a secret belief of your own which you do not wish to acknowledge, the voicing of it by someone else will rouse you to a fury of denial. I burst immediately into indignant speech.

The odd thing was that his voice reminded me of someone’s voice that I knew, but whose it was I could not think.

Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together—and they call the result intuition.

‘Do him no harm,’ said Caroline. ‘Never worry about what you say to a man. They’re so conceited that they never believe you mean it if it’s unflattering.’