Quotes from Agatha Christie

When engaged in eating, the brain should be the servant of the stomach.

There is too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will. I must concede you the Devil. God doesn't really need to punish us, Miss Barton. We're so busy punishing ourselves.

Fear is incomplete knowledge

There was something magical about an island—the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world—an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.

They tried to be too clever---and that was their undoing.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.

Women observe subconsciously a thousand little details, without knowing that they are doing so. Their subconscious mind adds these little things together—and they call the result intuition.

A great many men are mad, and no one knows it. They do not know it themselves

Be sure thy sin will find thee out.

Two people rarely see the same thing.

I like to see an angry Englishman," said Poirot. "They are very amusing. The more emotional they feel the less command they have of language.

Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any farther...you've come to the end of things...

I did not deceive you, mon ami. At most, I permitted you to deceive yourself.

To care passionately for another human creature brings always more sorrow than joy; but at the same time, Elinor, one would not be without experience. Anyone who has never really loved has never really lived..

The body—the cage—is everything of the most respectable—but through the bars, the wild animal looks out.

The human face is, after all, nothing more nor less than a mask.

Most successes are unhappy. That's why they are successes-they have to reassure themselves about themselves by achieving something that the world will notice.... The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves that they don't give a damn.

One of the oddest things in life, as we all know, is the way that when you have heard a thing mentioned, within twenty-four hours you nearly always come across it again.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

I have no pity for myself either. So let it be Veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.

Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with his poisoned cocktail! Anyone might have drunk it! It might have been me!" "There is an even more terrible possibility that you have not considered," said Poirot. "Eh?" "It might have been me," said Hercule Poirot.

I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.

He laughs best who laughs at the end.

And then there were none.