Quotes About Poirot

We passed a very pleasant evening, though I made the slight mistake of taking Poirot to a crook play. There is one piece of advice I offer to all my readers. Never take a soldier to a military play, a sailor to a naval play, a Scotsman to a Scottish play, a detective to a thriller -- and an actor to any play whatsoever! The shower of destructive criticism in each case is somewhat devastating.

By Jove, Poirot,' I exclaimed, 'did you see that young goddess?' Poirot

Now we can talk," said Poirot. "When I say that, I mean, really, that I shall talk.

Sarah King looked long and searchingly at Hercule Poirot. She noted the egg-shaped head, the gigantic moustaches, the dandified appearance and the suspicious blackness of hair.

Poirot var og ble en urokkelig tilhenger av den kontinentale form for frokost. Han ble helt ute av seg over å se meg sette til livs egg og bacon, - så sa han iallfall. Derfor spiste han da også frokost bestående av kaffe og rundstykker, mens jeg hadde min frihet til å begynne dagen alene med engelskmannens tradisjonelle egg og bacon og marmelade.

Me and Moosier here have met before—and there's no man's judgment I'd sooner take than his. If I'm not greatly mistaken, he's got something up his sleeve. Isn't that so, moosier?" Poirot smiled. "I have drawn certain conclusions—yes.

A large fierce-looking dog whom Poirot suspected of having mange growled from his position on a moderately comfortable fourth chair.

A groan burst from Poirot. "What have I always told you? Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory—let the theory go.

This hunting of the fox, you need the dogs, no?' 'Hounds,' I corrected gently. 'Yes, of course.' 'But yet,' Poirot wagged his finger at me. 'You did not descend from your horse and run along the ground smelling with your nose and uttering loud Ow Ows?

You console me a little, but only a little,' said Poirot.

If you will forgive me for being personal—I do not like your face, M. Ratchett,' Poirot said.

Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness!

You see," he said sadly, "you have no instincts." "It was intelligence you were requiring just now," I pointed out. "The two often go together," said Poirot enigmatically.

That is the worst of Poirot. Order and Method are his gods. He goes so far as to attribute all his success to them.

We had reached Leastways Cottage, and Poirot ushered me upstairs to his own room. He offered me one of the tiny Russian cigarettes he himself occasionally smoked. I was amused to notice that he stowed away the used matches most carefully in a little china pot. My momentary annoyance vanished.

You might start a new religion yourself, with the creed: 'There is no one so clever as Hercule Poirot, Amen, D. C. Repeat ad lib.'!

woman could act her part with that icy unconcern. Poirot did not make his appearance the following morning,

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

Poirot: My name is Hercule Poirot, you know the name perhaps? American passenger: Why yes, it does seem kind of familiar, only I thought it was some kind of a woman's dressmaker. Poirot: (exasperated sigh) It is incredible.

About Poirot] The flamboyant moustaches, the sartorial elegance, the white spats and the pointed patent leather shoes all filled this insular young man with distinct misgivings.

Poirot did not enter into a controversy. He had already learnt that every single individual had a different version of the theme "What did we fight the war for?

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

He needs your prayers.' 'Is he then an unhappy man?' Poirot said: 'So unhappy that he has forgotten what happiness means. So unhappy that he does not know he is unhappy.' The nun said softly: 'Ah, a rich man …' Hercule Poirot said nothing – for he knew there was nothing to say …

Instinct is a marvellous thing," mused Poirot. "It can neither be explained nor ignored.