Christopher Wren Quotes in The Mousetrap
Act 1, Scene 1 Quotes
But I do so like knowing all about people. I mean, I think people are so madly interesting […] They’re all interesting, because you never really know what anyone is like—or what they are really thinking.
I adore nursery rhymes, don’t you? Always so tragic and macabre. That’s why children like them.
Act 1, Scene 2 Quotes
CHRISTOPHER: Snow’s rather lovely, isn’t it? So peaceful—and pure…It makes one forget things.
CASEWELL: It doesn’t make me forget […] Ice on a bedroom jug, chilblains, raw and bleeding—one thin, ragged blanket—a child shivering with cold and fear.
Act 2, Scene 1 Quotes
Listen, Christopher, you can’t go on—running away from things—all your life. […] You’ve got to grow up some time, Chris.
Considering that I never saw you until yesterday, we seem to know each other rather well […] I suppose there’s a sort of—sympathy between us.
GILES: You’ve only got to look at him to see he’s barmy.
MOLLIE: He isn’t. He’s just unhappy. I tell you, Giles, he isn’t dangerous.
GILES: Mollie, what’s come over you? You’re different all of a sudden. I feel as though I don’t know you any more.
MOLLIE: Perhaps you never did know me. We’ve been married how long—a year? But you don’t really know anything about me. What I’d done or thought or felt or suffered before you knew me.
Christopher Wren Quotes in The Mousetrap
Act 1, Scene 1 Quotes
But I do so like knowing all about people. I mean, I think people are so madly interesting […] They’re all interesting, because you never really know what anyone is like—or what they are really thinking.
I adore nursery rhymes, don’t you? Always so tragic and macabre. That’s why children like them.
Act 1, Scene 2 Quotes
CHRISTOPHER: Snow’s rather lovely, isn’t it? So peaceful—and pure…It makes one forget things.
CASEWELL: It doesn’t make me forget […] Ice on a bedroom jug, chilblains, raw and bleeding—one thin, ragged blanket—a child shivering with cold and fear.
Act 2, Scene 1 Quotes
Listen, Christopher, you can’t go on—running away from things—all your life. […] You’ve got to grow up some time, Chris.
Considering that I never saw you until yesterday, we seem to know each other rather well […] I suppose there’s a sort of—sympathy between us.
GILES: You’ve only got to look at him to see he’s barmy.
MOLLIE: He isn’t. He’s just unhappy. I tell you, Giles, he isn’t dangerous.
GILES: Mollie, what’s come over you? You’re different all of a sudden. I feel as though I don’t know you any more.
MOLLIE: Perhaps you never did know me. We’ve been married how long—a year? But you don’t really know anything about me. What I’d done or thought or felt or suffered before you knew me.



