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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…’
Agatha Christie
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I think perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to read aloud Gibbon to me in the evenings, because if it’s nice and hot by the fire, there’s something about Gibbon that does, rather, make you go to sleep.
Agatha Christie
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Even the sensible and the competent have been given tongues by le bon Dieu - and they do not always employ their tongues wisely.
Agatha Christie
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Men always tell such silly lies.
Agatha Christie
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'Me, I am convinced it is the truth,' said M. Bouc, becoming more and more enamoured of his theory.
Agatha Christie
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It’s not impossible my dear. It’s just a very remarkable coincidence - and remarkable coincidences do happen.
Agatha Christie
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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.'
Agatha Christie
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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…'
Agatha Christie
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Proof must be solid break walls of facts.
Agatha Christie
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To commit a successful murder must be very much like bringing off a conjuring trick.
Agatha Christie
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'I am not very clever about Americanisms - and I understand they change very quickly.'
Agatha Christie
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The old, you must remember, though considered incapable of action, have nevertheless a good fund of experience on which to draw.
Agatha Christie
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That was the worst of Dr Reilly. You never knew whether he was joking or not. He always said things in the same slow melancholy way - but half the time there was a twinkle underneath it.
Agatha Christie
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Ah, my friend, one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.
Agatha Christie
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'Yes, Mr. Lee.' Superintendent Sugden did not wast time on explanations. 'What’s all this?'
Agatha Christie
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What else will you have? Nice banana and bacon sandwich?
Agatha Christie
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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.
Agatha Christie
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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.
Agatha Christie
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'Pilar - remember - nothing is so boring as devotion.'
Agatha Christie
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Men are foolish, are they not, Mademoiselle? To eat, to drink, to breathe the good air, it is a very pleasant thing, Mademoiselle. One is foolish to leave all that simply because one has no money - or because the heart aches. L´amour, it causes many fatalities, does it not?
Agatha Christie
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We shall not hunt together again, my friend. Our first hunt was here - and our last … They were good days, Yes, they have been good days...
Agatha Christie
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Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.
Agatha Christie
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I have, perhaps, too professional a point of view where deaths are concerned. They are divided, in my mind, into two classes - deaths which are my affair and deaths which are not my affair - and though the latter class is infinitely more numerous - nevertheless whenever I come in contact with death I am like the dog who lifts his head and sniffs the scent.
Agatha Christie
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See you, my dear doctor, me, I am not one to rely upon the expert procedure. It is the psychology I seek, not the fingerprint or the cigarette ash.
Agatha Christie
