Time goes a different pace in different places. Some places you come back to, and you feel that time has been busting along at a terrific rate and that all sorts of things will have happened - and changed.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

Time goes a different pace in different places. Some places you come back to, and you feel that time.. Agatha Christie

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C'est une femme, said the chef de train again. Women are like that. When they are enraged they have great strength. He nodded so sagely that everyone suspected a personal experience of his own.

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You took thoughts, choosing them out of your store, and then, not dwelling on them, you let them slip through the fingers of your mind, never clutching at them, never dwelling on them, no concentration…just letting them drift gently past.

Today I killed grandfather...

Men are like that... They remain boys...

They knew, none better, the havoc caused by a good-looking young man to the hearts of adolescent girls.

How can you and I set about preventing a murder? You're about a hundred and I'm a broken-up old crock.

The little man removed his hat. What an egg-shaped head he had.