Quotes About Agatha Christie

David Emmott spoke clearly and concisely in his pleasant soft American voice.

Lady Veronica was not an unknown hazard. She was a charming woman [..] and very delightful when she was, as they put it herself - but unfortunately at unpredictable intervals, she was not herself. Her husband, Major Carlton-Sandways coped fairly well.

There was a little pause—and in it a wave of horror seemed to float round the room. I think it was at that moment that I first believed Dr. Reilly's theory to be right. I felt that the murderer was in the room. Sitting with us—listening. One of us . .

It's certainly not a matter of life or death," agreed Mrs. Otterbourne. But there she was quite wrong—for a matter of life and death was exactly what it was.

It seemed unnecessary for her to have had a premonition at all.

Her hand waved softly to and fro, keeping the heat of the fire from her face.

You bet it does. Do you like detective stories? I do. I read them all, and I've got autographs from Dorothy Sayers and Agatha Christie and Dickson Carr and H. C. Bailey. Will the murder be in the papers?

And you do dance so nicely, Tommy dear." "Gently with the butter, Tuppence.

There was nothing mass produced about the school, but if it was individualistic, it also had discipline. Discipline without regimentation, was Miss Bulstrode's motto. Discipline, she held, was reassuring to the young, it gave them a feeling of security; regimentation gave rise to irritation.

He was also a stupid man—that is why he is dead.

said sharply: "Water not boiling again, Somers!" and Miss Somers's worried meek face went pink and she said, "Oh dear, I did think it was boiling this time.

I've no particular loyalty to Mrs. Leidner," said Miss Johnson dryly. There was indeed a sharp and acid tone in her voice.

Behind the whimsicality there was something earnest in his appeal. He had come to think very highly of the mental powers of this frail old-fashioned maiden lady. He looked across at her with something very like hope in his eyes.

said Mrs Willett with forced cheerfulness. 'I think we'd better have cocktails. Will you ring the bell, Mr Garfield?

I like being a cat in my home circle," said Mrs. Bantry. "I don't much like women anyway, and you know it. I like men and flowers." "Excellent taste," said Sir Henry. "Especially in putting men first.

Well, if you do sense evil, tell me. I shall be glad to know.

If it's epilepsy we ought to put a cork in his mouth. Who's got a cork?" Nobody had a cork.

I couldn't help laughing to myself at little M. Poirot in the role of a panther.

I can't say I've ever had time to read any of the stories. When I do get time for reading, which isn't very often, I prefer an improving book.

Subsiding on to his seat Mr. Blore thought to himself: He's nearer the day of judgment than I am! But there, as it happens, he was wrong….

Secret Service, I suppose," said Mrs. Oliver. "You can't tell me so, I know, but he wouldn't have been asked otherwise this evening. The four murderers and the four sleuths - Scotland Yard. Secret Service. Private. Fiction. A clever idea.

I've been in an Agatha Christie called 'The Sittaford Mystery,' which I enjoyed, but 'The Pale Horse' has a real sense of intrigue and the jigsaw pieces fitting together.

Sarah Phelps is such an incredibly detailed writer. She's famous for bringing literature to life, like Dickens and Agatha Christie.

For many years, I read mystery novels for relaxation. But my tastes were too narrow - and, having read all of Agatha Christie and John Dickson Carr, I discovered that the implausibility and the thinness of the people distracted me unduly from the plot.