They Do It With Mirrors (Miss Marple, #5)

by Agatha Christie

Everyone’s life has a tempo. Ruth’s was presto whereas Miss Marple’s was content to be adagio.

he’s bitten by that same bug of wanting to improve everybody’s lives for them. And really, you know, nobody can do that but yourself.”

“Human nature, dear, is very much the same everywhere. It is more difficult to observe it closely in a city, that is all.”

Mildred married a Canon Strete—a nice man but given to colds in the head. About ten or fifteen years older than she was. Quite a happy marriage, I believe.

“We’re all mad, dear lady,” he said as he ushered her in through the door. “That’s the secret of existence. We’re all a little mad.”

But people don’t really need a cause for feeling what they do feel. They’re just made that way.

“Things always have to be faced sooner or later. And therefore it had better be sooner.

She expressed Christian Endurance, and possibly Christian Fortitude. But not, Curry thought, Christian Charity.

“Pigs may fly but they’re very unlikely birds.” It had been a saying of his grandmother’s. Miss Marple, he thought, was sure to know it.

“When you only look at one side of a thing, you only see one side,” continued Miss Marple. “But everything fits in perfectly well if you can only make up your mind what is reality and what is illusion.”