Quotes About Poirot

Les femmes," generalized Poirot. "They are marvelous! 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.

Do you know, Poirot, I almost wish sometimes that you would commit a murder." "Mon cher!" "Yes, I'd like to see just how you'd set about it." "My dear Japp, if I committed a murder you would not have the least chance of seeing—how I set about it! You would not even be aware, probably, that a murder had been committed.

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.

My theory is the truth," said Poirot quietly. "And the truth is necessarily correct. In your theory you made a fundamental error. You permitted your imagination to lead you astray with midnight assignations and passionate love scenes. But in investigating crime we must take our stand upon the commonplace.

I do not complain," said Poirot, and proceeded to do so.

Blowpipes and darts——heathen, I call it," said Mrs. Mitchell. "You are right," said Poirot, addressing her with a flattering air of being struck by her remarks. "Not so is an English murder committed." "You're right, sir.

doctor's tone caught Poirot's attention

Tell him we thank him and we will pray for him." Hercule Poirot said gently: "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...

Then,' said Poirot, 'having placed my solution before you, I have the honour to retire from the case…

Cher ami!" Poirot had said to me as I left the room. They were the last words I was ever to hear him say. For when Curtiss came to attend to his master he found that master dead.

Why, if it isn't Mr. Poirot!" cried the Inspector. He turned to the other man. "You've heard me speak of Mr. Poirot? It was in 1904 he and I worked together — the Abercrombie forgery case — you remember, he was run down in Brussels. Ah, those were great days, moosier.

I looked at Poirot in silent amazement. The colossal cheek of the little man! Who on earth but Poirot would have thought of a trial for murder as a restorer of conjugal happiness! "I perceive your thoughts, mon ami," said Poirot, smiling at me. "No one but Hercule Poirot would have attempted such a thing! And you are wrong in condemning it. The happiness of one man and woman is the greatest thing in all the world.

My theory is the truth," said Poirot quietly. "And the truth is necessarily correct.

Katherine gave him the name of Lady Tamplin's villa. Poirot made her a little bow. "You permit that I see you again, mademoiselle?' he said. 'Or have you so many friends that your time will be all taken up?' 'On the contrary,' said Katherine, 'I shall have plenty of leisure, and I shall be very pleased to see you again.' 'Excellent,' said Poirot, and gave her a little friendly nod. 'This shall be a "roman policier" à nous. We will investigate together.

Poirot spoke again, still in the same calm, measured voice.

Poirot was an extraordinary-looking little man. He was hardly more than five feet four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. The neatness of his attire was almost incredible; I believe a speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound.

That she can reform a rake," said Poirot, "has always been one of women's dearest illusions!

Poirot, never in the least scrupulous about reading other people's correspondence, glanced through them.

Left ignominiously on the mat, Poirot studied the doorknocker with intense disgust at its unpolished condition.

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

Poirot is a classic character from fiction, not a MacBook Air; he would not benefit from updates.

Then, towards the end of the meal, Anthony Hicks leant across the table towards me and looked me straight in the eye. 'I want you to remember', he said, a touch fiercely, 'that we, the audience, can and will smile with Poirot.' Then he paused. 'But we must never, ever, laugh at him.' There was another pause. 'And I am most certainly not joking.' I gulped, before Rosalind said, equally forcefully, 'And that is why we want you to play him.

Then, as the warm winds of May turned into an even warmer June, I started to write my private list of Poirot's habits and character. I called it my 'dossier of characteristics'. It ended up five pages long and detailed ninety-three different aspects of his life. I have the list to this day – in fact, I carried it around on the set with me throughout all my years as Poirot, just as I gave a copy to every director I worked with on a Poirot film.