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God bless my soul, woman, the more personal you are the better! This is a story of human beings - not dummies! Be personal - be prejudiced - be catty - be anything you please! Write the thing your own way. We can always prune out the bits that are libellous afterwards!
Agatha Christie
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She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What can one do?' 'You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.'
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'There’s no reason why women shouldn’t behave like rational beings,' said Simon stolidly. Poirot said dryly: 'Quite frequently they do. That is even more upsetting!'
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There were to be no short cuts to the truth. Instead he would have to adopt a longer, but a reasonably sure method. There would have to be conversation. Much conversation. For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away...
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Oh dear, I never realized what a terrible lot of explaining one has to do in a murder!
Agatha Christie
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Freckles are so earnest and Scottish.
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How true is the saying that man was forced to invent work in order to escape the strain of having to think.
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I have a certain experience of the way people tell lies.
Agatha Christie
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'It makes me madder than a hornet to be disbelieved,' she explained.
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It is the misfortune of small, precise men always to hanker after large and flamboyant women.
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‘You’re frightfully BBC in your language this afternoon, Albert,’ said Tuppance, with some exasperation. Albert looked slightly taken aback and reverted to a more natural form of speech. ‘I was listening to a very interesting talk on pond life last night,’ he explained.
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'This affair must all be unravelled from within.' He tapped his forehead. 'These little grey cells. It is ‘up to them’ - as you say over here.'
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These little things are very significant.
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Blood tells - always remember that - blood tells.
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Oh, dear, it's quite true what Dr. Reilly said. How does one stop writing? If I could find a really good telling phrase... Like the one M. Poirot used. In the name of Allah, the Merciful, the Compassionate... Something like that.
Agatha Christie
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'Well, what are you doing? What have you done?' 'I am sitting in this char,' said Poirot. 'Thinking,' he added. 'Is that all?' said Mrs. Oliver. 'It is the important thing,' said Poirot.
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'You do well. Method and order, they are everything,' replied Poirot.
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‘I have often noticed that being a devoted wife saps the intellect,’ murmured Tommy.
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Harold Waring, like many other Englishmen, was a bad linguist.
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It all came together then, you see - all the various isolated bits - and made a coherent pattern.
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You have an excellent heart, my friend - but your grey cells are in a deplorable condition.
Agatha Christie
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‘If one approaches a problem with order and method there should be no difficulty in solving it - none whatever,’ said Pirot severely.
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'It makes her rather alarming,' I said. 'Sincerity has that effect,' said Miss Marple.
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One forgets how human murderers are.
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