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I have no pity for myself either. So let it be veronal. But I wish Hercule Poirot had never retired from work and come here to grow vegetable marrows.
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Everything must be taken into account. If the fact will not fit the theory - let the theory go.
Agatha Christie
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The rottenness comes from within.
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I don't think necessity is the mother of invention - invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
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Weak and kindly people are often very treacherous. And if they’ve got a grudge against life it saps the little moral strength that they may posses.
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John, forgive me... for what I can't help doing.
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The tear rose in Miss Marple's eyes. Succeeding pity, there came anger - anger against a heartless killer. And then, displacing both these emotions, there came a surge of triumph - the triumph some specialist might feel who has successfully reconstructed an extinct animal from a fragment of jawbone and a couple of teeth.
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Fear is incomplete knowledge.
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He is like a cat. And all cats are thieves.
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But when investing money, keep, I beg of you, Hastings, strictly to the conservative.
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'I have made my choice, Hori. I will share my life with you for good or evil, until death comes...' With his arms round her, with the sudden new sweetness of his face against hers, she was filled with an exultant richness of living.
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'I agree with you. It is here a family affair. It is a poison that works in the blood - it is intimate - it is deep-seated. There is here, I think, hate and knowledge…'
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'Aha? You have been very clever, madame.' 'No, I haven’t really. It was a pure accident. I mean, I walked into a small café place and there the girl was, just sitting there.' 'Ah. You had the good fortune then. That is just as important.'
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It was the technique of a man who selected thoughts as one might select pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. In due course they would be reassembled together so as to make a clear and coherent picture. At the moment the important thing was the selection, the separation.
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I have the little idea, my friend, that this is a crime very carefully planned and staged. It is a far-sighted, long-headed crime. It is not - how shall I express it? - a Latin crime. It is a crime that shows traces of a cool, resourceful, deliberate brain - I think an Anglo-Saxon brain.
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'I am not very clever about Americanisms - and I understand they change very quickly.'
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'A dog,' said Mr. Baldock, in his lecture-room style, which was capable of rousing almost anybody to violent irritation, 'has an extraordinary power of bolstering up the human ego.'
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'Yes, Mr. Lee.' Superintendent Sugden did not wast time on explanations. 'What’s all this?'
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She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What can one do?' 'You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.'
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'It is the kind of thing that happens to you when you are stupid,' said Esa. 'Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.'
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Let us think only of the good days that are to come.
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Proof must be solid break walls of facts.
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‘Yes, my friend,’ he said. ‘It is so easy to be an American - here in Paris! A nasal voice - the chewing gum - the little goatee - the horned-rimmed spectacles - all the appurtenances of the stage American…’
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Murder isn’t - it really isn’t - a thing to tamper with lightheartedly.
Agatha Christie