깨어진 거울

- Это моя работа - всё знать, - серьёзно ответил Пуаро.

- Ох уж это время, оно летит с невообразимой скоростью!

Казалось, прошла вечность… мир кружился, вращался… Время не двигалось. Оно остановилось — тысяча веков миновало. Да нет, прошла всего минута.

Ведь в медицине чаще всего лечит вера.

"One of us... one of us... one of us..."
Three words, endlessly repeated, dinning themselves hour after hour into receptive brains.
Five people - five frightened people. Five people who watched each other, who now hardly troubled to hide their state of nervous tension. There was little pretence now - no formal veneer of conversation. They were five enemies linked together by a mutual instinct of self-preservation.

Six people, all outwardly self-possessed and normal. And within? Thoughts that ran round in a circle like squirrels in a cage..

If I were to commit one or more murders it would be solely for what I could get out of them. This mass clearance isn't my line of country.

Vera said: "Alone - alone -" and the echo of her voice came back to her from the rocks.

It's not much good denying it now - not when we're all going to die. I sent Richmond to his death. I suppose, in a way, it was a murder. Curious. Murder - and I've always been such a law-abiding man! But it didn't seem like that at the time. I had no regrets. "Serves him damn well right!" - that's what I thought.

None of us are going to leave this island. That's the plan. You know it, of course, perfectly. What, perhaps, you can't understand is the relief. Of course, you're very young... you haven't got to that yet. But it does come! The blessed relief when you know that you've done with it all - that you haven't got to carry the burden any longer. You'll feel that too some day...

There was something magical about an island - the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world - an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.

They're going mad... they're all go mad... Afraid of death... we're all afraid of death... I'm afraid of death... Yes, but that doesn't stop death coming

Множество преступлений совершаются в той сфере, к которой закон вообще не имеет касательства.

Я был - в душе - художником убийства!

Кто-то из нас...

А бояться ей нечего только в одном случаи - если она сама преступница и есть.

Дьявол среди нас.

Ветер усиливается, на море пенные барашки.

Остров хорош тем, что, когда на него попадаешь, то дальше идти уже некуда... ты прибыл...

Мирные звуки. Мирное место