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!'
Agatha Christie
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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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Garrett Hedlund
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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John Wooden
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Kenneth C. Griffin
Influenza pandemics must be taken seriously, precisely because of their capacity to spread rapidly to every country in the world.
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Karl Urban
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!'
Agatha Christie