Quotes from Agatha Christie

But she might, she just might, be something more... something that's lasted on from a very early age and which crops up now and then in country places. It's frightening when it does, because there's real malevolence - not just a desire to impress.

Which crime—the first or the second?" "There is only one—what you call the first and second murder are only the two halves of the same crime. The second half is simple—the motive—

I wonder, Miss Marple," I said suddenly, "if you were to commit a murder whether you would ever be found out." "What a terrible idea," said Miss Marple, shocked. "I hope I could never do such a wicked thing.

Hate isn't creative." - Stillingfleet

There's always a way out," said Anthony gloomily. "I've a theory that one can always get anything one wants if one will pay the price. And do you know what the price is, nine times out of ten? Compromise

It's quite possible that the delusions of today may be the proved scientific facts of tomorrow.

Nevertheless, once the excitement of actually being in the House had subsided, he experienced swift disillusionment. The hardly fought election had put him in the limelight, now he was down in the rut, a mere insignificant unit of the rank and file, subservient to the party whips, and kept in his place. It was not easy here to rise out of obscurity.

Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.

You seem to be a sensible young woman and I don't suppose you've thought much about world politics which is just as well, because as Hamlet very wisely remarked, 'There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

Nobody appeared to Miss Marple likely to be a murdered except possibly Mr.Caspar and that was probably foreign prejudice. Coincidence? thought Miss Marple meditatively, turning the word over in her mouth rather as a child might do to a certain lollipop to decide its flavour. Any coincidence, said Miss Marple to herself, is always worth noticing. You can throw it away later if it is only a coincidence.

It was no longer gay

By the way, I should like to make it clear here and now that the story will not be a story of South Africa. I guarantee no genuine local colour -- you know the sort of thing -- half a dozen words in italic on every page. I admire it very much, but I can't do it.

I shall have to adopt a disguise,' said Luke with a sudden grin. 'What do you suggest? Artist? Hardly—I can't draw, let alone paint.' 'You could be a modern artist,' suggested Jimmy, 'Then that wouldn't matter.

Miss Marple is not the type of elderly lady who makes mistakes. She has got an uncanny knack of being always right.

Intuition is like reading a word without having to spell it out. A child can't do that because it has had so little experience. But a grown-up person knows the word because they've seen it often before. You catch my meaning, Vicar?

Guy Carpenter frowned and came into the drawing room through the window. He had a long face like a horse, he was pale and looked rather supercilious. His manner was pompous. Hercule Poirot found him unattractive.

somewhere. Two men below her window were talking French. One was a French officer, the other was a little man with enormous moustaches. She smiled faintly. She had never seen anyone quite so heavily muffled up. It must be very cold outside. That was why they heated the train so terribly. She tried to force the window down lower, but it would not go. The Wagon Lit conductor had come up to the two men. The train was about to depart, he said. Monsieur had better mount. The little man

In a minute, dear,' said Miss Marple. 'I'm afraid I have counted wrong. Two purl, three plain, slip one, two purl—yes, that's right. What did you say, dear?' 'What is your opinion?' 'You wouldn't like my opinion, dear. Young people never do, I notice. It is better to say nothing.

Best of an island is once you get there - you can't go any further... you've got to the end of things.

Oh! Uang! Segala kesulitan di dunia ini pasti disebabkan oleh soal uang, atau kekurangan uang.

Wives madly devoted to unsatisfactory and often what appeared quite unprepossessing husbands, wives contemptuous of, and bored by, apparently attractive and impeccable husbands.

Going to a well-worn overcoat hanging on the back of the door, he took from the pocket a packet of cheap cigarettes and some matches.

To make the wax figures and stick in the pins, it is silly, yes, it is childish, yes—but it does something useful too. You took the hate out of yourself and put it into that little figure. And with the pin and the fire you destroyed—not your stepmother—but the hate you bore her. Afterwards, even before you heard of her death, you felt cleansed, did you not—you felt lighter—happier?

Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human. Your criminal is someone who wants to be important, but who never will be important, because he'll always be less of a man.