Quotes About Mystery

Hercule Poirot's methods are his own. Order and method, and 'the little gray cells'.

In an English village, you turn over a stone and have no idea what will crawl out. Miss Marple

I have always disapproved of murder.

Every murderer is probably somebody's old friend," observed Poirot philosophically. "You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.

What one does not tell to Papa Poirot he finds out.

A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.

And that very same evening - that very same evening - Lord Edgware dies. Good title that, by the way. Lord Edgware Dies. Look well on a book stall.

Why the worst women should always attract the best men is something hard to fathom!

To be part of something one doesn't in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.

In fact the marriage has been arranged by heaven and Hercule Poirot. All I have to do is to compound a felony.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.

People in the dark are quite different, aren't they?

Don't go," said Cedric. "Murder has made you practically one of the family.

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 the more dangerous.

What are you doing, Poirot?" "I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.

So you think that the coco- mark well what I say, Hastings, the coco- contained strychnine?" "Of course! That salt on the tray, what else could it have been?" "It might have been salt." replied Poirot placidly.

Poison has a certain appeal … It has not the crudeness of the revolver bullet or the blunt weapon.

My sister continued: 'What did she die of? Heart failure?' 'Didn't the milkman tell you that?' I inquired sarcastically. Sarcasm is wasted on Caroline. She takes it seriously and answers accordingly. 'He didn't know,' she explained.

How strange that a girl could trouble your inmost soul so long as she kept her mouth shut, and that the moment she spoke the glamour could vanish as though it had never been.

Six people were thinking of Rosemary Barton who had died nearly a year ago...

I know that in books it is always the most unlikely person. But I never find that rule applies in real life. There it is so often the obvious that is true.

Hercule Poirot addressed himself to the task of keeping his moustaches out of the soup.

Miss Howard: Like a good detective story myself. Lots of nonsense written, though. Criminal discovered in last Chapter. Everyone dumbfounded. Real crime - you'd know at once.