إن الأطفال مخلوقات صغيرة غريبة، إذا تعرضوا لخوف رهيب فإنهم لا يتحدثون عنه، و لا سيما إذا كانوا لا يفهمون مصدر رعبهم. إنهم يدفنون خوفهم بين جوارحهم، و… - Agatha Christie

As life goes on it becomes tiring to keep up the character you invented for yourself, and so you relapse into individuality and become more like yourself everyday.

"He dragged me back - just in time. A tree had crashed down on to the side walk, just missing us. Poirot stared at it, pale and upset.
"It was a near thing that! But clumsy, all the same - for I had no suspicion - at least hardly any suspicion. Yes, but for my quick eyes, the eyes of a cat, Hercule Poirot might now be crushed out of existence - a terrible calamity for the world. And you, too, mon ami - though that would not be such a national catastrophe."
"Thank you," I said coldly."

They say all the world loves a lover — apply that saying to murder and you have an even more infallible truth.