“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.”

“Miss Marple twinkled at me.”

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

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

“It’s more that I’m afraid of time. And not having enough of it. Time to figure out who I’m supposed to be… to find my place in the world before I have to leave it. I’m afraid of what I’ll miss.”

“How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it.”

“"I knew if I came out, there was a possibility I would lose my career. But I didn't do it for my career, I did it for me to live my truth," she says. "I thought, 'I don't want to live and have any shame whatsoever.' I should be proud of who I am, and I don't care if people approve or not. It is who I am."”

“"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.”

“If you set out to be liked, you would be prepared to compromise on anything at any time, and you would achieve nothing.”

“Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet,
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear, and fall, and miss Thee so,
Who art not missed by any that entreat.”