Quotes from Agatha Christie

She is quiet, pretty in a washed-out way. She is, I think, devoted to her husband. She has something that Arlena Marshall did not have." "What is that?" "Brains.

methods of Hercule Poirot. I do not run to and fro, making

Not that I approve of women in politics—St. Stephen's is ruined, absolutely ruined, nowadays. But woman in her own sphere can do wonders.

Let us be businesslike, madame. Now, then, you and your husband reside — where?" "Polgarwith, a small market town in Cornwall.

explicó el señor Hersheimmer

There are people to whom agreement is monotony. They require the stimulant of dissension to create drama in their lives.

I can't really go along with this modern playing down of evil as something that doesn't really exist. There is evil. And evil is powerful. Sometimes more powerful than good. It's there. It has to be recognised – and fought. Otherwise -' he spread out his hands.'We go down to darkness

Mr. Satterthwaite sipped China tea from a Dresden cup, and ate a microscopic sandwich and chatted.

Does anyone—want tea?

I think now, looking back, that I was perhaps a shade intolerant.

I had little to do save nod my head and look intelligent—and that last is perhaps over optimistic.

That is where you make a mistake, dear," said Miss Marple. "Everybody is very much alike, really. But fortunately, perhaps, they don't realize it.

nu trecutul conteaza, ci viitorul.

Poirot laughed. "The moral of that is, always look under the mats!

She adopted a lighter tone.

He listened for a minute or two and then I saw his face change. His own side of the conversation was short and disjointed.

A madman is as logical and reasoned in his actions as a sane man—given his peculiar biased point of view.

mucho. —¿Y yo? —¿Tú? —Sí, yo. —¡Oh, yo no podría! —¿Por qué no? —No, porque no puedo.

The walls were a shade just off-white—the thick pile carpet was so neutral as to be almost colourless—so was the upholstery. Chromium gleamed here and there,

Yes; you see, having committed a murder, puts you in a position of great loneliness. You'd like to tell somebody all about it — and you never can. And that makes you want to all the more. And so — if you can't talk about how you did it, you can at least talk about the murder itself — discuss it, advanced theories — go over it. - Old Man Charles

You would hate people if you were like me… If you weren't wanted.

Not until fiddlesticks!" The snort Miss Howard gave was truly magnificent.

Who is Mr. Radnor?

but his face is a bad face. Cruel, hawklike, predatory.