Quotes from Agatha Christie

Edward turned to Miss Marple. "It's like this, you see. As Uncle Mathew grew older, he got more and more suspicious. He didn't trust anybody." "Very wise of him," said Miss Marple. "The depravity of human nature is unbelievable.

Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton. 'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?' 'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely!

He has neither what I call the outward vision (seeing details all around you what is called an observant person) nor the inner vision--concentration, the focusing of the mind on one object. He has a purposefully limited vision. He sees only what blends and harmonises with the bent of his mind.

Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking. It is also an infallible means of discovering that which he wishes to hide.

It wasn't what you were born to, and no good comes from getting out of your station in life.

She's a gipsy really. That's why she can't stay in houses. She wanders away and comes back again.

What's wrong with Shakespeare?" I{Jerry} inquired in interest. " Twisting himself up to say things in such a difficult way that you can't get at what he means. Still, I like some Shakespeare.

Women are like that. When they are enraged they have great strength.

Nobody shall drive us away," I said. "We're going to be happy here." We said it like a challenge to fate.

Life is really like a ship–the interior of a ship, that is. It has watertight compartments. You emerge from one, seal and bolt the doors, and find yourself in another. My life from the day we left Southampton to the day we returned to England was one such compartment. Ever since that I have felt the same about travel. You step from one life into another. You are yourself, but a different self. The new self is untrammelled by all the hundreds of spiders' webs and filaments

Looks a bit fishy to me," said Japp. "He actually had a blowpipe, and look at his manner. All to pieces." "That is the severity of your official demeanor, my good Japp." "There's nothing for anyone to be afraid of if they're only telling the truth," said the Scotland Yard man austerely. Poirot looked at him pityingly. "In verity, I believe that you yourself honestly believe that.

My whole belief in life was based on the fact that [she] loved me.

I neither see nor comprehend. You make all these confounded mysteries, and it's useless asking you to explain. You always like keeping something up your sleeve to the last minute.

Mrs. Bantry reflected a minute and then applied an urgent conjugal elbow to her sleeping spouse.

Lies--and again lies--it amazes me, the amount of lies we had told to us this morning." "There are more still to discover," said Poirot cheerfully.

At a small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction—it fascinated rather than repelled.

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.

Linnet laughed. 'Why, I haven't got an enemy in the world.

Only mothers can't say they don't want their children and just go away.

Women were very queer. Unexpectedly cruel and unexpectedly kind.

He had false teeth that clicked when he ate. Many men have been hated for less.

You can always depend on an Englishman to play the game

Kebencian bisa membuat orang jadi buta-- ya jadi buta. Tapi orang buta pun mungkin bisa menikam tepat di jantung.

What do you call the unforgivable error?" "Overlooking the obvious.