Quotes About Conversation

Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot

In conversation, points arise! If a human being converses much, it is impossible for him to avoid the truth! (Hercule Poirot)

Was bad language used?" asked Colonel Melchett. "It depends on what you call bad language." "Could you understand it?" I asked. "Of course I could understand it." "Then it couldn't have been bad language," I said. Mrs. Price Ridley looked at me suspiciously. "A refined lady," I explained, "is naturally unacquainted with bad language.

In fact-Dr. Sheppard!

It is a profound belief of mine that if you can induce a person to talk to you for long enough, on any subject whatever! sooner or later they will give themselves away.

You do think you know about everything," said her husband. I do," said Tuppence.

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.

You are lucky, Renisenb. You have found the happiness that is inside everybody's own heart. To most women, happiness means coming and going, busied over small affairs. It is care for one's children and laughter and conversation and quarrels with other women and alternate love and anger with a man. It is made up of small things strung together like beads on a string.

But after a while they stopped talking about her and discussed instead who was going to win the Grand National. For, as Mr Ferguson was saying at that minute in Luxor, it is not the past that matters but the future.

We will sit here and drink coffee, and you shall all three listen to Hercule Poirot while he gives you a lecture on crime.

I think, my dear, we won't talk any more about murder during tea. Such an unpleasant subject.

What I think is a different matter. Maybe I think some rather curious things—but until thinking's got you somewhere it's no use talking about it.

The things she said seemed to have very little relation to the last thing she had said a minute before. She was the sort of person, Tommy thought, who might know a great deal more than she chose to reveal.

You know," said the young man with enthusiasm, "I think you're splendid, simply splendid." "Cut out the compliments," said Tuppence. "I'm admiring myself a good deal, so there's no need for you to chime in.

The Beddingfeld girl was deep in conversation with the missionary parson, Chichester. Women always flutter round parsons.

It's often when you're talking over things that you seem to see your way clear. Your mind gets made up for you sometimes without your knowing how it's happened. Talking leads to a lot of things one way or another.

Mr Rycroft said nothing. It was so difficult not to say the wrong thing to Captain Wyatt that it was usually safer not to reply at all.

Discussions of death and such matters do more to unlock the human tongue than any other subject.

This must be Aleppo. Nothing to see, of course. Just a long, poor-lighted platform with loud furious altercations in Arabic going on somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French.

He talked a lot about the little grey cells of the brain, and of their functions. His own, he says, are of the first quality.' 'He would say so,' I remarked bitterly. 'Modesty is certainly not his middle name.

But it is beautiful, my friend," said Hercule Poirot with admiration. "So clear—so beautifully clear." "You sound as if you were talking about soup," grumbled the inspector. "It may be Consommé to you—but to me there's a good deal of thick Mock Turtle about it still.

You won't tell anyone, will you?' began Emily, knowing well that of all openings on earth this one is the most certain to provoke interest and sympathy.

Conversation, my friend. Conversation and again conversation! All the murderers I have ever come across enjoyed talking. In my opinion the strong silent man seldom commits a crime—and if he does it is simple, violent, and perfectly obvious. But our clever subtle murderer—he is so pleased with himself that sooner or later he says something unfortunate and trips himself up.

It's so difficult, isn't it, to get to know people when there is a murder? And quite impossible to have any really intellectual conversation.