Quotes from Agatha Christie

there isn't such a thing as a murderer who commits crimes at random. Either he removes people who stand (however insignificantly) in his path, or else he kills by conviction.

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

You ought to give him at least–"' 'and here he mentioned a sum of several thousands of pounds. 'That's very high,' said the V.I.P. 'You've got to get a good man,' said Belcher. 'Mind you, if you offered it to me, I wouldn't take it on myself, at that price.' That was the operative sentence. A few days later Belcher was begged, on his own valuation, to accept such a sum,

He doesn't seem to have been one of those food faddists who'll eat any mortal thing so long as it isn't cooked. My sister's husband's like that. Raw carrots, raw peas, raw turnips. But

Coge lo que quieras y paga por ello, dice Dios».

Pas encore. Qa m'amuse." "Really, Poirot!" "Yes, my friend. I grow old and childish, do I not?

Race nodded. He had only met George's wife once. He had thought her a singularly lovely nitwit—but certainly not a melancholic type.

Here again, she was amazingly clever. Without make-up of any kind, her features seemed to dissolve suddenly and re-form themselves into those of a famous politician, or a well-known actress, or a society beauty. In each character she gave a short typical speech. These speeches, by the way, were remarkably clever. They seemed to hit off every weakness of the subject selected.

Lydia said sharply: "No. Evil is not only in ones mind — evil exists. You seem to have no consciousness of the evilness in the world. I have. I can feel it.

La verità è che la maggior parte della gente, non esclusi i poliziotti, si fida troppo di questo mondo perverso. Crede troppo a quanto viene loro raccontato. Io no. Mi dispiace, ma io voglio sempre rendermi conto personalmente delle cose.

It's so dreadfully easy—killing people. And you begin to feel that it doesn't matter…that it's only you that matters!

Oh yes," said Miss Marple fervently. "I always believe the worst. What is so sad is that one is usually justified in doing so.

for a minute her good-natured blue eyes were hard and sharp; she was the female fighting for existence—"that

She breathed an enormous sigh, looked at Poirot, Looked away, and suddenly blurted out, "You're too old. Nobody told me you were so old. I really don't want to be rude but - there it is. You're too old. I'm really sorry." She turned abruptly and blundered out of the room, rather like a desperate moth in lamplight. Poirot, his mouth open, heard the bang of the front door. He ejaculated: "Non d'un nom d'un nom...

Many homicidal lunatics are very quiet unassuming people. Delightful fellows.' Blore said: 'I don't feel this one is going to be of that kind,

Cold? I should be colder if I were dead!

Life is very trying.

The happiness of one man and one woman is the greatest thing in all the world

When a man's neck's in danger, he doesn't stop to think too much about sentiment.

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

There just didn't seem anyone else who could have done it. I thought perhaps he'd gone a little mad." "Did he ever seem to you a little—what shall I say—queer?" "Oh no. Not queer in that way. He was just shy and awkward as anyone might be. The truth was, he didn't make the best of himself. He hadn't confidence in himself.

A volte si apre un abisso fra il passato e il futuro. Quando una persona si è incamminata nella valle all'ombra della morte, e ne torna fuori alla luce del sole...è allora, mon cher, che comincia una nuova vita. Il passato non serve più.

Real grief is real. It makes you feel awful but it does something to you. I mean, it works it out like perspiration.

Never tell all you know-not even to the person you know best.