Quotes from Agatha Christie

She had a great power of love and hate but no stability. That's what's so sad for anyone, to be born with no stability.

Very unfortunately, she had no husband. She had never had a husband, and therefore did not kill a husband.

There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.

People in the dark are quite different, aren't they?

We think with horror now of the days when we burnt witches. I believe the day will come when we will shudder to think that we ever hanged criminals.

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.

He would like, really, to take a long holiday. But he couldn't afford to do that. He could afford it financially, of course, but he couldn't afford to drop out. You were soon forgotten nowadays.

Don't go," said Cedric. "Murder has made you practically one of the family.

Marriage is called all sorts of things, a haven, and a refuge, and a crowning glory, and a state of bondage, and lots more. But do you know what I think it is?' 'What?' 'A sport!' 'And a damned good sport too,' said Tommy.

Bottled, was he?" Said Colonel Bantry, with an Englishman's sympathy for alcoholic excess. "Oh, well, can't judge a fellow by what he does when he's drunk? When I was at Cambridge, I remember I put a certain utensil - well - well, nevermind.

People with a grudge against the world are always dangerous. They seem to think life owes them something.

Miss Marple is a white-haired old lady with a gentle appealing manner- Miss Wetherby is a mixture of vinegar and gush. Of the two Miss Marple is the more dangerous.

Go away where you're loved and taken care of and looked after.

There is a proverb my grandmother used to repeat: Old sins have long shadows.

What are you doing this afternoon, Griselda?" "My duty," said Griselda. "My duty as the Vicaress. Tea and scandal at four thirty.

What are you doing, Poirot?" "I dissect rucksacks. It is very interesting.

It seems odd that as far as I know nobody has yet been murdered for having too perfect a character! And yet perfection is undoubtedly an irritating thing!

So you think that the coco- mark well what I say, Hastings, the coco- contained strychnine?" "Of course! That salt on the tray, what else could it have been?" "It might have been salt." replied Poirot placidly.

I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, 'I would like to kick him.' Instead I kick the table. I say, 'This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.

Everything is possible, isn't it? The world soon teaches one that!

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

I suppose, like most young people nowadays, boredom is what you dread most in the world, and yet, I can assure you, there are worse things.

There are, of course, the people who revolve around themselves--but I agree with you, she's not one of that kind. She's totally uninterested in herself. And yet she's got a strong character--there must be something. I thought at first it was her art--but it isn't. I've never met anyone so detached from life. That's dangerous.' 'Dangerous? What do you mean?' 'Well, you see--it must mean an obsession of some kind, and obsessions are always dangerous.

And suddenly one of those moments of intense happiness came to her--a sense of the loveliness of the world--of her own intense enjoyment of that world.