Agatha Christie Quotes

Fear is incomplete knowledge.

"It is the kind of thing that happens to you when you are stupid," said Esa. "Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them."

"You know that in all tombs there is always a false door?" Renisenb stared. "Yes, of course." "Well, people are like that too. They create a false door - to deceive. If they are conscious of weakness, of inefficiency, they make an imposing door of self-assertion, of bluster, of overwhelming authority - and, after a time, they get to believe in it themselves. They think, and everybody thinks, that they are like that. But behind that door, Renisenb, is a bare rock … And so when reality comes and touches them with the feather of truth - their true self reasserts itself."

Because, Renisenb, it is so easy and it costs so little labour to write down ten bushels of barley, or a hundred head of cattle, or ten fields of spelt - and the thing that is written will come to seem like the real thing, and so the writer and the scribe will come to despise the man who ploughs the fields and reaps the barley and raises the cattle - but all the same the fields and the cattle are real - they are not just marks of inks on papyrus. And when all the records and all the papyrus rolls are destroyed and the scribes are scattered, the men who toil and reap will go on, and Egypt will still live.

Last time I had my hands on you, you felt like a bird - struggling to escape. You'll never escape now...

Miss Marple twinkled at me.

“It makes her rather alarming,” I said. “Sincerity has that effect,” said Miss Marple.

To commit a successful murder must be very much like bringing off a conjuring trick.

“Jerry had an expensive public school education, so he doesn’t recognize Latin when he hears it,” said Joanna

Work, Mr. Burton. There's nothing like work, for men and women. The one unforgivable sin is idleness.

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

Freckles are so earnest and Scottish.

I could think of nothing more insufferable than members of one's own gang dropping in full of sympathy and their own affairs.

Like most Englishmen, he felt something strongly, and proceeded to muddle around until he had, somehow or other, cleared up the mess.

‘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.