Quotes About Agatha Christie

She had a plan ready-made for a delightful morning of shopping. Not too much—to overtire herself.

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

When I went home as a child with my mother, to South Carolina, my grandfather taught me to shoot. He was the old-fashioned kind that believes in shooting—especially where honour is concerned. My father, too, he fought several duels as a young man. He was a good swordsman. He killed a man once. That was over a woman. So you see, Monsieur Poirot"—she met his eyes squarely—"I've hot blood in

Of course it is wicked,' I said briskly. 'There is nothing that you can tell me about people's minds that would astonish or surprise me.

slack time. The war was

Lejeune shook his head. "It's not like that at all," he said. "Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human. Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he'll always be less than a man.

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. Me, I am very skilled in psychology. I know these things.

I will give you my valuable advice. You needn't take it. People seldom do take advice, but you might as well have it.

As you are on the scene, it probably would be murder!" For a moment Poirot smiled.

I wish you would always have Miss Marple and not Poirot," and the other "I wish you would have Poirot and not Miss Marple." I myself incline to her side. I think, that she is at her best in the solving of short problems; they suit her more intimate style. Poirot, on the other hand, insists on a full-length book to display his talents.

Not that I approve of women in politics—St. Stephen's is ruined, absolutely ruined, nowadays. But woman in her own sphere can do wonders.

Mr. Satterthwaite sipped China tea from a Dresden cup, and ate a microscopic sandwich and chatted.

Then the man's a wreck—all to pieces. His hand's too shaky to print letters clearly like this.

He didn't seem in the least surprised to see Harry walk in, dripping wet, holding an equally dripping female by the hand. Men are very wonderful.

The world is yours. The New Heaven and the New Earth. In your new world, my children, let there be freedom and let there be pity … That is all I ask.

his objection to golf as a game "shapeless and haphazard," whose only redeeming feature was the tee boxes!

asked Father, speaking in an easy and confidential way.

She was standing by the door in a long blue dressing gown. She was looking petrified with terror.

It's possible," said Superintendent Battle. "It's only a hypothesis, but it's possible." "It is a little more than possible, my friend—it is also probable.

Miss Sutcliffe flashed a pair of mocking eyes as she spoke. She was sitting in a straight-backed chair, her grey hair becomingly arranged

My limbs they are paralysed, my heart, it plays me the tricks, but my brain, Hastings, my brain it functions without impairment of any kind. It is still of the first excellence my brain.

Miss Gannett has all the characteristics of my sister Caroline, but she lacks that unerring aim in jumping to conclusions which lends a touch of greatness to Caroline's manoeuvres.

The room into which Sir Charles was shown had walls of a rather drab oatmeal colour with a frieze of laburnum round the top. The curtains were of rose-coloured velvet, there were a lot of photographs and china dogs, the telephone was coyly hidden by a lady with ruffled skirts, there were a great many little tables and some suspicious-looking brasswork from Birmingham via the Far East.

I don't think I ever really believed in the annihilation of Anne. There is something peculiarly indestructible about that young woman