Quotes About Poirot

When I first started out, I absolutely begged my agent to get me a Poirot audition, and my wish came true - I did a Poirot! I need to do a Marple to round it off.

David Suchet's Poirot was very charming, and, when I'm away in the U.S., those series remind me of being in Britain and being British on a Sunday night.

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.

And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-" "Ah, no, my friend-" "From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together - by death.

I, Hercule Poirot, am not amused.

Poirot sighed. He said "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.

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

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

I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot." "Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand." "Well that you're It." "Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend?

Oh! Do not excite yourself. Shall I say that he interested me because he was trying to grow a mustache and as yet the result is poor." Poirot stroked his own magnificent mustache tenderly. "It is an art," he murmured, "the growing of the mustache! I have sympathy for all who attempt it.

Mon ami ,' said Poirot with dignity, 'when I commit a murder it will not be with the arrow poison of the South American Indians.

Les femmes," generalized Poirot. "They are marvellous! They invent haphazard—and by miracle they are right. Not that it is that, really. 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.

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

We will make them tell us what it is," said Poirot. "Third degree?" said Colonel Carbury. "No." Poirot shook his head. "Just ordinary conversation. On the whole, you know, people tell you the truth. Because it is easier! Because it is less strain on the inventive faculties! You can tell one lie - or two lies - or three lies or even four lies - but you cannot lie all the time. And so - the truth becomes plain.

He said, and there was a wistful note in his voice: 'It is true that your moustache is superb…Tell me, do you use for it a special pomade?' 'Pomade? Good lord, no!' 'What do you use?' 'Use? Nothing at all. It—it just grows.' Poirot sighed.

M. Van Aldin is an obstinate man," said Poirot drily. "I do not argue with obstinate men. I act in spite of them.

You're a man milliner, Poirot. I never notice what people have on." "You should join a nudist colony

I was tired of this silly joking about my 'speaking countenance'. I could keep a secret as well as anyone. Poirot had always persisted in the humiliating belief that I am a transparent character and that anyone can read what is passing in my mind.

Excuse me, Monsieur Poirot. If you'd like to ask any questions, I'm sure the doctor wouldn't mind. Of course not. Of course not. Great admirer of yours, Monsieur Poirot. Little gray cells -- order and method. I know all about it.

Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt--an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become acquainted with the classics. Long ago. Now, alas, it was too late....

Poirot was standing in the larder in a dramtic attitude. In his hand he was brandishing a leg of mutton. 'My dear Poirot! What is the matter? have you gone mad?' 'Regard i pray you this mutton! But regard it closely!

Looks a bit fishy to me," said Japp. "He actually had a blowpipe, and look at his manner. All to pieces." "That is the severity of your official demeanor, my good Japp." "There's nothing for anyone to be afraid of if they're only telling the truth," said the Scotland Yard man austerely. Poirot looked at him pityingly. "In verity, I believe that you yourself honestly believe that.

At all events, let us examine the position from the point of view of murder, not suicide." "Oh, all right. If you are on the scene, it probably would be murder!" For a moment Poirot smiled. "I hardly like that remark.

Mas não tão inteligente quanto Hercule Poirot!