Yew berries? Berries or leaves. Highly poisonous. Taxine, of course, is the alkaloid.

Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie

Profession: Author
Nationality: British

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It's often when you're talking over things that you seem to see your way clear. Your mind gets made up for you sometimes without your knowing how it's happened. Talking leads to a lot of things one way or another.

He had had a lonely life and a lonely death. But it had been the kind of loneliness that spends itself in living amongst people, and in passing the time that way not unpleasantly. Major Palgrave might have been a lonely man, he had also been quite a cheerful one.

It is a profound belief of mine that if you can induce a person to talk to you for long enough, on any subject whatever! sooner or later they will give themselves away.

There is no such thing as a really calm sea. Always, always, there is motion.

Inestimable harm may be done by foolish wagging of tongues in ill-natured gossip.

But that's the worst of these attractive young women with affectionate dispositions. They'll say anything, and they mean absolutely nothing by it.

It is the quietest and meekest people who are often capable of the most sudden and unexpected violences for the reason that when their control does snap, it goes entirely.

There is at Christmas time a great deal of hypocrisy, honourable hypocrisy, hypocrisy undertaken pour le bon motif, c'est entendu, but nevertheless hypocrisy!

It is always a shock to meet again someone whom you have not seen for a long time but who has been very much present in your mind during that period.

Because when you're in love, you think you're invincible. It blinds you. And you don't seem to care.

Are you really a detective, then? At your service, Madame. I thought there were no detectives on the train when it passed through Yugo-Slavia—not until one got to Italy. I am not a Yugo-Slavian detective, Madame. I am an international detective. You belong to the League of Nations? I belong to the world, Madame, said Poirot dramatically.

When people ask Do you put real people in your books? the answer is that, for me, it is quite impossible to write about anyone I know, or have ever spoken to, or indeed have even heard about! For some reason, it kills them for me stone dead.

If you hadn't anything worth saying why go chattering all the time?

People should be interested in books, not their authors.