Agatha Christie Quotes
For Poirot, uttering a hoarse and inarticulate cry, again annihilated his masterpiece of cards and putting his hands over his eyes swayed backwards and forwards, apparently suffering the keenest agony. 'Good heavens Poirot!' I cried. 'What is the matter? Are you taken ill?' 'No, no,' he gasped. 'It is - it is - that I have an idea!'
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My activism and sexual revolution in New York was a factor.
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I have said many times that most people work all their life to retire to play golf, while I played golf all my life to retire to work. I enjoy working. It has kept me young and on the move, and I have had a good time with it.
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I grew up in Cyprus and Egypt, these fantastic places I remember fondly.
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I want to live in a country that is not just a place but also an idea, and Jerusalem is the heart of the idea. There may be practical considerations, but a country cannot exist without an ethos, and Jerusalem is an ethos.
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I remember when people actually wore coats and ties to theatre every night. They don't anymore. It's very different.
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I had a lot of time to think, and that is not good for your mind. And when it actually happened, it was not so much a celebration but the relief. It was an exorcism anxiety. After each race there is a procedure in which you get taken off to the podium and the TV interviews.
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I'm having the same problems today that I had when I first started, saying that outrageous adult animation works.
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I drink Diet Coke from the minute I get up to the minute I go to bed.
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Atrial fibrillation has been the low man on the totem pole and so we're just trying to get more visibility about this particular disease and how dangerous this could be.
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I had a lot of vocal problems when I was younger. I don't know if it's down to leading a healthier lifestyle or what but my range has increased.
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I think that all stereotypes sort of begin with truth. I think that the only problem is if that's the only place that you go.
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Let me be the first to say I can't remember ever having a conversation about the definition of consent when I was a kid. I knew that 'no' meant 'no,' but that's it.
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I have always thought that writers come with any variety of attributes. Some are capable and some aren't.
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I've always romanticized the late '40s and '50s - the cars, jazz, the open roads and lack of pollution. Now there are more vehicles, less hitchhikers, more billboards and power lines and stuff. People wrote wonderful long letters that took months to receive, and now everything is email.
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We think of the Marine Corps as a military outfit, and of course it is, but for me, the U.S. Marine Corps was a four-year crash course in character education. It taught me how to make a bed, how to do laundry, how to wake up early, how to manage my finances. These are things my community didn't teach me.
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Where a city is only focused on one aspect, it becomes a city without a soul, not a city people want to live in.
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I'm not very good with stills. I get all twitchy.
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Actually, my dog I think is the only person who consistently loves me all the time.
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The social relations of capitalism have penetrated slowly into all spheres of life to make wage labour the general condition of existence only in fairly recent times.
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You can imagine several scenes from Star Wars? The way they looked? For me, that's how music is. Sometimes I'll be developing riffs for songs, just while I'm sitting around and not playing.
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I realized crime isn't the only way you can judge people. People can do good things, and people can do bad things. It's probably better to understand people for the good things they do.
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If I could only get people to rub my belly for good lucky and then throw money in my fountain, it'd be a perfect world.
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The Toyota style is not to create results by working hard. It is a system that says there is no limit to people's creativity. People don't go to Toyota to 'work' they go there to 'think'.
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For Poirot, uttering a hoarse and inarticulate cry, again annihilated his masterpiece of cards and putting his hands over his eyes swayed backwards and forwards, apparently suffering the keenest agony. 'Good heavens Poirot!' I cried. 'What is the matter? Are you taken ill?' 'No, no,' he gasped. 'It is - it is - that I have an idea!'
