If you will forgive me for being personal---I do not like your face, M. Ratchett.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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Dieu! It is that in this country you treat the affairs gastronomic with a criminal indifference.

Now there has been a rearrangement of the kaleidoscope.

John flung the match into an adjacent flower bed, a proceeding which was too much for Poirot's feelings. He retrieved it, and buried it neatly.

For somewhere," said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, "there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shooting the arrows into the air, one will come down and hit a glass house!

I enrage myself with an imbecile. I say, 'I would like to kick him.' Instead I kick the table. I say, 'This table, it is the imbecile, I kick him so.

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

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Oh! money! All the troubles in the world can be put down to money—or the lack of it.

I learned (what I suppose I really knew already) that one can never go back, that one should not ever try to go back—that the essence of life is going forward. Life is really a One Way Street, isn't it?

I'm afraid I always find Shakespeare terribly dreary. All those long scenes where everybody is drunk and it's supposed to be funny.

You're a man milliner, Poirot. I never notice what people have on. You should join a nudist colony.

Yes, it is as you say. You now behold a detective- a great detective, I may say- in the act of detecting!

I've no patience with modern humanitarian scruples about capital punishment.

People take you at your own valuation.