“Miss Marple twinkled at me.”

““No,” said Miss Marple. “Murder isn’t a game.”

““It makes her rather alarming,” I said.
“Sincerity has that effect,” said Miss Marple.”

“If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.”

“"Well", said Miss Marple. "Are you going to let her get away with it?" There was a pause, then Father brought down his fist with a crash on the table. "No", he roared — "No, by God I'm not!" Miss Marple nodded her head slowly and gravely. "May God have mercy on her soul," she said.”

“I couldn’t miss Percy’s fifteenth birthday,” Poseidon said. “Why, if this were Sparta, Percy would be a man today!”

"That’s true,” Paul said. “I used to teach ancient history.”

Poseidon’s eyes twinkled. “That’s me. Ancient history.”

“The tear rose in Miss Marple's eyes. Succeeding pity, there came anger - anger against a heartless killer. And then, displacing both these emotions, there came a surge of triumph - the triumph some specialist might feel who has successfully reconstructed an extinct animal from a fragment of jawbone and a couple of teeth.”

“Do you miss me yet? Do you miss me?”

“Looking at the ocean makes me miss people, and hanging out with people makes me miss the ocean.”

“Everything around me makes me miss you.”