Suspense Is Like A Woman.

Actually, I Have No Regard For Money. Aside From Its Purchasing Power, It's Completely Useless As Far As I'm Concerned.

Conversation Is The Enemy Of Good Wine And Food.

We Seem To Have A Compulsion These Days To Bury Time Capsules In Order To Give Those People Living In The Next Century Or So Some Idea Of What We Are Like. I Have Prepared One Of My Own. I Have Placed Some Rather Large Samples Of Dynamite, Gunpowder, And Nitroglycerin. My Time Capsule Is Set To Go Off In The Year 3000. It Will Show Them What We Are Really Like.

I’m Frightened Of Eggs, Worse Than Frightened; They Revolt Me. That Round White Thing Without Any Holes, And When You Break It, Inside There’s That Yellow Thing, Round, Without Any Holes… Brrr! Have You Ever Seen Anything More Revolting Than An Egg Yolk Breaking And Spilling Its Yellow Liquid? Blood Is Jolly, Red. But Egg Yolk Is Yellow, Revolting. I’ve Never Tasted It.

One Must Never Set Up A Murder. They Must Happen Unexpectedly, As In Life.