“Don't you know, you idiot, that that is what every fool of a woman says about her child? Miss Bulstrode's thoughts.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Well,” said Adam, as Poirot went out. “First girls’ knees, and now draughtsmanship! What next, I wonder!” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Let me tell you this, Hastings. She would never forgive me if I let Alfred Inglethorp, her husband, be arrested now—when a… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Everyone is a potential murderer-in everyone there arises from time to time the wish to kill-though not the will to kill.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“The expected has happened, and when the expected happens, it always causes me emotion.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Miss Bulstrode had another faculty which demonstrated her superiority over most other women. She could listen.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Excuse me, Monsieur Poirot. If you'd like to ask any questions, I'm sure the doctor wouldn't mind. Of course not. Of course… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“A statesman in these days has a difficult task. He has to pursue the policy he deems advantageous to his country, but… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Oh, my friend, have I not said to you all along that I have no proofs. It is one thing to know… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Ah, mais c'est Anglais ca," he murmured, "everything in black and white, everything clear cut and well defined. But life, it is… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“For somewhere," said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, "there is in the hay a needle, and… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“But Aunt Maureen makes smashing omelettes." Julia Upjohn. "She makes smashing omelettes." Poirot's voice was happy. He sighed. "Then Hercule Poirot has… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Do you believe in the value of truth, my dear, or don’t you?” “Of course I believe in the truth,” said Rhoda,… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
One must accept the fact that we have only one companion in this world, a companion who accompanies us from the cradle to the… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“I like to see an angry Englishman," said Poirot. "They are very amusing. The more emotional they feel the less command they have of… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Now, as I expect you know, there is nothing more cruel than talk, and there is nothing more difficult to combat. When people say… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“A child says ‘Thank God for my good dinner’. What can I say at seventy-five? ‘Thank God for my good life, and for all… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“I'm afraid I always find Shakespeare terribly dreary. All those long scenes where everybody is drunk and it's supposed to be funny.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Either her dream had taken a very odd turn or else - or else Mary had really rushed into the room and had said… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend,” observed Poirot philosophically. “You cannot mix up sentiment and reason.” — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Well, of course, it was not any of my business but you get very queer glimpses of life sometimes, and you can't help speculating… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“Mr. Satterthwaite looked cheered. Suddenly an idea struck him. His jaw fell. "My goodness," he cried, "I've only just realized it! That rascal, with… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“The old gentleman refuses to have the telephone which he regards as a device of the devil, and on a par with radio, television,… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
“That’s how they do it, these girls! Othello charmed Desdemona by telling her stories, but, oh, didn’t Desdemona charm Othello by the way she… — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story. — Agatha Christie Copy Share Image
