Agatha Christie Quotes

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

If I were at any time to set out on a career of deceit, it would be of Miss Marple that I should be afraid.

If the fact will not fit the theory - let the theory go

Nobody understands the art of living nowadays,... Catching trains, making appointments, fixing times for everything — all nonsense. Get up with the sun I say, have your meals when you feel like it, and never tie yourself to a time or a date. I could teach people how to live if they would listen to me.

You should employ your little grey cells

An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

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?

The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as “The Styles Case” has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist.

Curious thing, rooms. Tell you quite a lot about the people who live in them.

“You have been to the Riviera before, Georges?” said Poirot to his valet the following morning. George was an intensely English, rather wooden-faced individual. “Yes, sir. I was here two years ago when I was in the service of Lord Edward Frampton.” “And to-day,” murmured his master, “you are here with Hercule Poirot. How one mounts in the world!”

They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.

And Mr. Burnaby said acutely: "Well, it doesn't seem to have done her much good, poor lass." But after a while they stopped talking about her and discussed instead who was going to win the Grand National. For, as Mr. Ferguson was saying at that minute in Luxor, it is not the past that matters but the future.

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.

Dogs are wise. They crawl away into a quiet corner and lick their wounds and do not rejoin the world until they are whole once more.

Quite absurd, because Caleb has absolutely no taste for fornication. He never has had. So lucky, being a clergyman.