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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.
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Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.
Agatha Christie
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'Eh bien, Mademoiselle, all through my life I have observed one thing - 'All one wants one gets!' Who knows?' His face screwed itself up comically. 'You may get more than you bargain for.'
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'Nothing', I said sadly. 'They are two delightful women!' 'And neither of them is for you?' finished Poirot. 'Never mind. Console yourself, my friend. We may hunt together again, who knows?'
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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...
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‘Truth of it is,’ said Commander Haydock, steering rather erratically round a one-way island and narrowly missing collision with a large van, ‘when the beggars are right, one remembers it, and when they’re wrong you forget it.’
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Yes, he is intelligent. But we must be more intelligent. We must be so intelligent that he does not suspect us of being intelligent at all.
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He had not remembered her name, but he had seen her dance - had been carried away and fascinated by the supreme art that can make you forget art.
Agatha Christie
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How convenient if you could ring up Harrods and say ‘Please send along two good murderers, will you?’
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'It makes me madder than a hornet to be disbelieved,' she explained.
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From a distance he had the bland aspect of a philanthropist.
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She broke off, unable to find words to frame her struggling thoughts. What life would be with Hori, she did not know. In spite of his gentleness, in spite of his love for her, he would remain in some respects incalculable and incomprehensible. They would share moments of great beauty and richness together - but what of their common daily life?
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An Englishman thinks first of his work - his job, he calls it - and then of his sport, and last - a good way last - of his wife.
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Without interest (hers not the type to wonder why!) but with perfect efficiently, Miss Lemon had fulfilled her task.
Agatha Christie
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Plymouth, Gwenda thought, as she moved forward obediently in the queu for Passports and Customs, was probably not the best of England.
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Men are made fools by the gleaming limbs of women, and, lo, in a minute they are become discolored carnelians. A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.
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What beats me - it always does - is how a man can be so clever and yet be such a perfect fool.
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Blood tells - always remember that - blood tells.
Agatha Christie -
Children and one’s social inferiors never know when to say good-bye. One has to say it for them.
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Two is enough for a secret.
Agatha Christie
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Yes, a private investigator like my Wilbraham Rice. The public have taken very strongly to Wilbraham Rice. He bites his nails and eats a lot of bananas. I don’t know why I made him bite his nails to start with - it’s really rather disgusting - but there it is. He started by biting his nails, and now he has to do it in every single book. So monotonous.
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Not if the butcher had become a butcher simply in order to have a chance of murdering the baker. One must always look one step behind, my friend.
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How averse human beings were ever to admit ignorance!
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Elinor was still staring at this missive, her plucked brows drawn together in distaste, when the door opened. The maid announced, 'Mr Welman,' and Roddy came in.
Agatha Christie