Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, DBE (September 15, 1890 – January 12, 1976) was an English crime writer of novels, short stories, and plays. She also wrote six romances under the name Mary Westmacott, but she is best remembered for the 66 detective novels and more than 15 short story collections she wrote under her own name, most of which revolve around the investigations of such characters as Hercule Poirot, Miss Jane Marple and Tommy and Tuppence. She also wrote the world's longest-running play, The Mousetrap. (Click for full Wikipedia article.)
An archeologist is the best husband any woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.
Any medical man who predicts exactly when a patient will die, or exactly how long he will live, is bound to make a fool of himself. The human factor is always incalculable. The weak have often unexpected powers of resistance, the strong sometimes succumb.
Any woman can fool a man if she wants to and if he's in love with her.
But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price.
Crime is terribly revealing. Try and vary your methods as you will, your tastes, your habits, your attitude of mind, and your soul is revealed by your actions.
Curious things, habits. People themselves never knew they had them.
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.
Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend.
Everything that has existed, lingers in the eternity.
Evil is not something superhuman, it's something less than human.
Good advice is always certain to be ignored, but that's no reason not to give it.
I don't think necessity is the mother of invention — invention, in my opinion, arises directly from idleness, possibly also from laziness. To save oneself trouble.
I have always admired the Esquimaux. One fine day a delicious meal is cooked for dear old mother, and then she goes walking away over the ice, and doesn't come back.
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
I live now on borrowed time, waiting in the anteroom for the summons that will inevitably come. And then - I go on to the next thing, whatever it is. One doesn't, luckily, have to bother about that.
If one sticks too rigidly to one's principles, one would hardly see anybody.
It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them.
It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.
Men always tell such silly lies.
Most successes are unhappy. That's why they are successes - they have to reassure themselves about themselves by achieving something that the world will notice.
Never do anything yourself that others can do for you.
One doesn't recognize the really important moments in one's life until it's too late.
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.
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 happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.
The impossible could not have happened, therefore the impossible must be possible in spite of appearances.
The popular idea that a child forgets easily is not an accurate one. Many people go right through life in the grip of an idea which has been impressed on them in very tender years.
There is nothing more thrilling in this world, I think, than having a child that is yours, and yet is mysteriously a stranger.
There's too much tendency to attribute to God the evils that man does of his own free will.
Where large sums of money are concerned, it is advisable to trust nobody.