Quotes About Poirot

It was for my dear, dear friend Poirot. I was saying goodbye to him as well, and I felt it with all my heart.

There's something wonderful about that sort of Poirot, Agatha Christie-style investigation: cross-questioning all the witnesses and checking their stories, looking for means, motive, and opportunity.

I'm never going to believe a Poirot mystery again. Never. All those witnesses going, Yes, I remember it was 3:06 p.m. exactly, because I glanced at the clock as I reached for the sugar tongs, and Lady Favisham was quite clearly sitting on the right-hand side of the fireplace. Bollocks. They have no idea where Lady Favisham was, they just don't want to admit it in front of Poirot. I'm amazed he gets anywhere.

what would Poirot do? Poirot wouldn't flap around in a panic. He'd stay calm and use his little grey cells and recall some tiny, vital detail which would be the clue to everything.

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

Poirot?' Amelia held up the dog, a jet black ball of fur with a pointed muzzle. 'My little Belgian Schipperke, Poirot.' On cue, the dog yapped at him. He laughed. 'Does Agatha know that you've named him after her detective?' 'Of course she does, and she thinks it a positive hoot.

Poirot smoothed his mustache, as if he imagined that laughing might have shaken it out of shape.

John McCrodden's anger, Poirot thought, was equal to Sylvia Rule's but different: less explosive, more enduring. He would not forget, whereas she might if a new and more pressing drama occurred.

A loose tile; Poirot could not sleep in a room with such a thing.

He had the kind of handsome face that one rarely encountered apart from in works of art. His features might have been chiselled by a master craftsman. [...] Poirot wondered if McCrodden had sought to cancel out the advantages that nature had bestowed on him [...] by making himself look as repellent as possible.

McCrodden's brisk, business-as-usual way of speaking chilled Poirot. It lent an air of objectivity to his words, as if he was merely conveying the plain and uncontroversial facts.

Poirot nodded and permitted himself a small smile. When there was no other pleasure to be taken from a situation, one might as well enjoy being correct, he thought.

As surely as John McCrodden had filled Poirot's room with cold contempt, Annabel Treadway had brought sorrow in with her.

Thus, reflected Poirot, did some reassurances cause greater alarm than the original remark upon which they sought to improve.

Good day, mademoiselle," Poirot said to a room that was suddenly empty apart from himself and a lingering feeling of desolation

If you will allow Poirot to offer you a piece of wise advice: the pursuit of revenge is rarely a good idea.

It would not have done Poirot any good whatever to state that his wishes were the precise opposite of hers in this respect. Nothing fascinated him more than the private passions of strangers he would probably never meet again.

The food at Pleasant's was almost as good as the coffee. Indeed, when he considered the two together, Poirot found it hard to believe what he knew to be the case: that everybody who worked in the kitchen here was English. Incroyable.

She made Poirot think of the loud, turbulent waterfalls he had encountered on his travels: impressive to watch, but mainly alarming on account of their relentlessness. The flow never stopped

If she had been willing to listen, Poirot might have told her that he would be unlikely to cooperate with any man who considered himself to be the cleverest man in England for as long as he, Hercule Poirot, resided in London.

I love David Suchet. I'm obsessed with Poirot. Then I saw him in 'The Importance of Being Earnest,' where he did Lady Bracknell, and he was amazing - he did it like a dinosaur, like a velociraptor.

I know exactly what he means. I had overheard Poirot talking to my parents. He was using words like psychosis and schizophrenic. Words that people feel they have to whisper, or not repeat at all. The Mental-Illness-That-Must-Not-Be-Named.

No, my friend, I am not drunk. I have just been to the dentist, and need not return for another six months! Is it not the most beautiful thought? --Poirot