Quotes from Agatha Christie

Murder develops. Yes, like a photograph, isn't it?

Love is not everything, Mademoiselle," Poirot said gently. "It is only when we are young that we think it is.

I, too, believe in the force of superstition, one of the greatest forces the world has ever known.

They were silent with the comfortable silence of two people who know each other very well indeed.

Monsieur, pray confine yourself to the point.

Popular feeling is very often sentimental, muddle-headed, and eminently unsound, but it cannot be disregarded for all that.

No," said Tuppence thoughtfully, "he didn't believe it. That's the curious part about speaking the truth. No one does believe it.

Women were all the same. They promised to burn things and then didn't.

So, if I lost all my money, you'd drop me tomorrow?' 'Yes, darling, I would. You can't say I'm not honest about it! I only like successful people. And you'll find that's true of nearly everybody - only most people won't admit it. They just say that really they "can't put up with Mary or Emily or Pamela any more! Her troubles have made her so bitter and peculiar, poor dear!

One does not like to make definite assertions unless one has a little more definite knowledge.

Beauty is perhaps a dangerous possession,' I said.

Where am I myself, the whole man, the true man? Where am I with God's mark upon my brow?

People more often kill those they love than those they hate. Possibly because only the people you love can really make life unendurable to you.

My dear Boris, can you not take a joke?" "Was it a joke?

If the foundations are rotten - everything's rotten.

Every woman should make one mistake matrimonially. - Alex Restarick

The bereaved had never any doubt about their dear ones' wishes and those wishes usually squared with their own inclinations.

Miss Marple is a white-haired old lady with a gentle, appealing manner—Miss Wetherby is a mixture of vinegar and gush. Of the two Miss Marple is much the more dangerous.

an air of infinite reluctance M. Poirot climbed aboard the train. The conductor climbed after him.

How well you express it! That is exactly the curse of a politician's life. He has to bow to the country's feeling, however dangerous and foolhardy he knows it to be.

Always the facts must be twisted to fit the theory!

You won't tell anyone, will you?' began Emily, knowing well that of all openings on earth this one is the most certain to provoke interest and sympathy.

the more we learn, the less and less motive we find for suicide? But for murder, we begin to have a surprising collection of motives!

If you will forgive me for being personal---I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.