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I'm not often bored,' I assured her. "Life's not long enough for that."
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Agatha Christie |
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e744e9b
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one may live in a big house and yet have no comfort.
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Agatha Christie |
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873e1e8
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To keep something wild is far more difficult than to preserve it.
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Agatha Christie |
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6f4cfc2
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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. (Hercule Poirot)
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Agatha Christie |
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b439272
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One knows so little. When one knows more it is too late.
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knowledge
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Agatha Christie |
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c6ce5b7
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When you read the account of a murder - or, say, a fiction story based on murder - you usually begin with the murder itself. That's all wrong. The murder begins a long time beforehand. A murder is the culmination of a lot of different circumstances, all converging at a given moment at a given point. People are brought into it from different parts of the globe and for unforeseen reasons. [...] The murder itself is the end of the story. It's ..
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time
murder-mystery
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Agatha Christie |
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I admit," I said, "that a second murder in a book often cheers things up." - Hastings"
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Agatha Christie |
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Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.
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whodunnit
authors
social-life
mystery
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Agatha Christie |
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7e49d07
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I don't go in for being sorry for people. For one thing it's insulting. One is only sorry for people if they are sorry for themselves. Self-pity is the biggest stumbling block in our world today. ~Jessop
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Agatha Christie |
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One of the oddest things in life I think is the things one remembers.
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Agatha Christie |
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a5c1d97
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I was thinking, that when my time comes, I should be sorry if the only plea I had to offer was that of justice. Because it might mean that only justice would be meted out to me.
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mercy
justice
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Agatha Christie |
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d7448ee
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All around us are people, of all classes, of all nationalities, of all ages. For three days these people, these strangers to one another, are brought together. They sleep and eat under one roof, they cannot get away from each other. At the end of three days they part, they go their several ways, never, perhaps, to see each other again.
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Agatha Christie |
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ef5c163
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Some of us, in the words of the divine Greta Garbo, want to be alone.
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Agatha Christie |
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ea69dd8
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How can I go on living here and suspecting everybody ?
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Agatha Christie |
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1a17109
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There was something magical about an island--the mere word suggested fantasy. You lost touch with the world--an island was a world of its own. A world, perhaps, from which you might never return.
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Agatha Christie |
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Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot
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Agatha Christie |
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Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.
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stupidity
funny
humor
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Agatha Christie |
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d2a2b0d
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I think people more often kill those they love, than those they hate. Possibly because only the people you love can really make life unendurable to you.
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Agatha Christie |
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You're very young...you haven't got to that yet. But it does come! The blessed relief when you know that you've done with it all - that you haven't got to carry the burden any longer. You'll feel that too someday...
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Agatha Christie |
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0763327
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Ah! Madame, I reserve the explanations for the last chapter.
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meta
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Agatha Christie |
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b2fe1ba
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That's the secret of existence. We're all a little mad.
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Agatha Christie |
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I really cannot understand the point of what you're saying. Really,' said Clotilde, looking at her. 'What a very extraordinary person you are. What sort of a woman are you? Why are you talking like this? Who are you?' Miss Marple pulled down the mass of pink wool that encircled her head, a pink wool scarf of the same kind that she had once worn in the West Indies. 'One of my names,' she said, 'is Nemesis.' 'Nemesis? And what does that mean?..
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nemesis
miss-marple
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Agatha Christie |
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a520329
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Heather Badcock meant no harm. She never did mean harm, but there is no doubt that people like Heather Badcock (and like my old friend Alison Wilde), are capable of doing a lot of harm because they lack - not kindness, they have kindness - but any real consideration for the way their actions may affect other people. She though always of what an action meant to her, never sparing a thought to what it might mean to somebody else.
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Agatha Christie |
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You know, Emily was a selfish old woman in her way. She was very generous, but she always wanted a return. She never let people forget what she had done for them - and, that way she missed love.
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love
generosity
selfishness
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Agatha Christie |
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a3baa38
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You see, I am not very good in company. I am clumsy. I am shy. [...] I always say the wrong thing. I upset water jugs. I am unlucky." "We all do these things when we are young. The poise, the , comes later."
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Agatha Christie |
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The point is that one's got an instinct to live. One does not live because one's reason assents to living. People who, as we say, 'would be better dead,' don't want to die! People who apparently have got everything to live for just let themselves fade out of life because they have not got the energy to fight.
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Agatha Christie |
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Vous eprouves trop d'emotion, Hastings, It affects your hands and your wits. Is that a way to fold a coat? And regard what you have done to my pyjamas. If the hairwash breaks what will befall them?' 'Good heavens, Poirot,' I cried, 'this is a matter of life and death. What does it matter what happens to our clothes?' 'You have no sense of proportion Hastings. We cannot catch a train earlier than the time that it leaves, and to ruin one's cl..
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humor
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Agatha Christie |
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18628a5
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I suppose what I really am is restless. I want to go everywhere, see everything, do everything. I want to find something. Yes, that's it, I want to find something.
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restless
purpose
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Agatha Christie |
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5760264
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Where do one's fears come from? Where do they shape themselves? Where do they hide before coming out into the open?
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philosophy
questions
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Agatha Christie |
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f8dee79
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Fey...a Scotch word...It means the kind of exalted happiness that comes before disaster. You know--it's too good to be true.
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Agatha Christie |
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fiction is founded on truth... unless things did happen, people couldn't think of them.
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Agatha Christie |
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Speech, so a wise old Frenchman said to me once, is an invention of man's to prevent him from thinking.
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Agatha Christie |
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If one could order a crime as one does a dinner, what would you choose? . . . Let's review the menu. Robbery? Frogery? No, I think not. Rather too vegetarian. It must be murder--red-blooded murder--with trimmings, of course.
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murder
mystery
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Agatha Christie |
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159ad3f
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Downstairs in the lounge, by the third pillar from the left, there sits an old lady with a sweet, placid, spinsterish face and a mind that has plumbed the depths of human iniquity and taken it all as in the day's work....where crime is concerned, she's the goods.
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Agatha Christie |
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c85940a
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Unpleasant to feel that people were discussing you
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Agatha Christie |
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ffa267a
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There are more important things than finding the murderer. And justice is a fine word, but it is sometimes difficult to say exactly what one means by it. In my opinion, the important thing is to clear the innocent. - Hercule Poirot
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hercule-poirot
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Agatha Christie |
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6137560
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There is nothing so terrible as to live in an atmosphere of suspicion - to see eyes watching you and the love in them changing to fear - nothing so terrible as to suspect those near and dear to you - It is poisonous - a miasma.
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Agatha Christie |
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I never can stand seeing people pleased with themselves," said Joanna. "It arouses all my worst instincts."
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Agatha Christie |
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47150e8
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I find most of the human race extraordinarily repulsive. They probably reciprocate this feeling.
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human-race
sad-cypress
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Agatha Christie |
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b853227
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Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master.
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Agatha Christie |
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3b68091
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Never part with information unnecessarily. That's my rule,
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Agatha Christie |
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Alas," murmured Poirot to his mustaches, "that one can only eat three times a day ..."
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Agatha Christie |
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097015d
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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!"
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metaphor
humor
mixed-metaphor
poirot
metaphors
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Agatha Christie |
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6160154
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How little you might know of a person after living in the same house with them!
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Agatha Christie |