Murder Is Easy

Liking is more important than loving. It lasts. I want what is between us to last, Luke. I don't want us just to love each other and marry and get tired of each other and then want to marry some one else." "Oh! my dear Love, I know. You want reality. So do I. What's between us will last for ever because it's founded on reality.

Anybody who can belive six impossible things before breakfast wins hands down in this game.

For, once there's a death, one doesn't like to think there's been harsh words spoken and no chance of taking them back.

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

Men have courage-one knows that...but they are more easily deceived than women.

Sanity is the one unbelievable bore. One must be mad, slightly twisted - then one sees life from a new and entrancing angle.

I mean that if you are not absolutely sure of a thing, it is so difficult to commit yourself to a definite course of action.

Living alone, with no one to consult or talk to, one might easily become melodramatic, and imagine things which had no foundation on fact.

It's no good going back over the past. It's the future one has to live for.

liking is more important than loving. It lasts. I want what is between us to last, Luke. I don't want us to love each other and marry and get tired of each other and then want to marry some one else.

My boy, I know what I’m talking about. Mind you, I’m not saying marriage doesn’t come hard on a fellow at first. It does. Fellow says to himself, damn it all, he says, I can’t call my soul my own! But he gets broken in. It’s all discipline.” Luke

L'altura di Ashe Ridge incombeva, opprimente e minacciosa, e un'improvvisa folata di vento scosse con violenza i rami degli alberi. In quell'istante, da dietro l'angolo della casa, comparve una ragazza. Coi capelli neri scompigliati dal vento, ricordò a Luke il quadro di Nevinson intitolato "La strega". Quel viso pallido, delicato, quei capelli così lunghi che parevano arrivare fino alle stelle... se la immaginò a cavallo di un manico di scopa che voleva verso la luna.