Quotes from Agatha Christie

Lucu sekali, karena sesuatu yang telah kita lupakan sering bisa teringat kembali bila kita membicarakannya.

it's my own particular, one and only, four-starred Pussy. The super Pussy of all old Pussies.

Temple was a tall girl of thirty-two or three. She had a certain smartness—her hair was well brushed and glossy, but she was not pretty. Her manner was calm and efficient. "M.

Emily laughed. Bending over she kissed the old lady. 'Don't pretend to be an idiot,' she said. 'You know perfectly well which it is.

Her eyes seemed larger and more feverish, her chin more decided. She was pale and had circles under her eyes. But her charm was as great as ever, her childish eagerness just as intense.

I remember a saying of my Great Aunt Fanny's. I was sixteen at the time and thought it particularly foolish." "Yes?" I inquired. "She used to say: 'The young people think the old people are fools; but the old people know the young people are fools!

It makes one feel such a fool," said Mrs. Oliver, ruefully, "not to be able to be definite.

While the light lasts I shall remember, and in the darkness I shall not forget.

The girl started. 'I—I don't know. I shall never forget it. I dream of it.

Come now, monsieur, you're not going to run down the value of details as clues?

Murder, do you mean?" Miss Marple looked shocked. "I don't know why you should assume that I think of murder all the time." "Nonsense, Jane. Why don't you come out boldly and call yourself a criminologist and have done with it?

Ça, c'est tout a fait naturelle," said Poirot. "It is the fashion of the moment. They grow out of it.

Everyone's doing research now days, said Tuppence. You know. All the teenagers and all ones nephews or cousins or other people's sons and daughters. They're all doing research. I don't know what actually they do research into nowadays but they never seem to do it whatever it is afterwards. They just have the research and a good time doing research and they're very pleased with themselves and well I don't quite know what does come next.

But I thought I might have to go to church on Sunday, and although the Archbishop has said one needn't, I still think that the more old-fashioned clergy expect one to wear a hat. But

Lytton Gore saw nothing, noticed nothing

I felt somehow I ought to warn her. I felt that perhaps she didn't know how stupid and unreasoning and violent jealousy and hate can be—and how little it takes to set them smouldering.

I wonder," I said. "I think each one of us in his secret heart fancies himself as Sherlock Holmes.

the perfection of a filing system beside which all other filing systems should sink into oblivion. She dreamed of such a system at night.

On the slightly apoplectic countenance of Major Barry various emotions seemed contending for mastery.

Vaguely reminiscent of a large bumblebee, Chief-Inspector Fred Davy wandered around the confines of the Criminal Investigation Department, humming to himself.

Mrs. Dane Calthrop, on the other hand, was quite terrifyingly on the spot. I have perhaps purposely put off mentioning her, because I was from the first a little afraid of her. She was a woman of character and of almost Olympian knowledge. She was not in the least the typical vicar's wife?but that, as I set it down, makes me ask myself, what do I know of vicars' wives?

Come and have a cocktail. It's nearly lunch time.

I should have kept him to the end," said Mrs. Oliver. "In a book, I mean," she added apologetically. "Real life's a bit different," said Battle.

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