And how do you know that these fine begonias are not of equal importance?

— Agatha Christie

And they had no idea that they and many others were automatically pronounced deadly dull solely on that account. Only by the young of course, but then, they would have thought indulgently, young people knew nothing about life. Poor dears, they were always worrying about examinations, or their sex life, or buying some extraordinary clothes, or doing some extraordinary things to their hair to make them more noticeable.

— Agatha Christie

And yet," said Poirot, "suppose an accident-""Ah, no, my friend-""From your point of view it would be regrettable, I agree. But nevertheless let us just for one moment suppose it. Then, perhaps, all these here are linked together - by death.

— Agatha Christie

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one’s neighbor — such is my idea of happiness.

— Agatha Christie

A statesman in these days has a difficult task. He has to pursue the policy he deems advantageous to his country, but he has at the same time to recognize the force of popular feeling. Popular feeling is very often sentimental, muddleheaded, and eminently unsound, but it cannot be disregarded for all that.

— Agatha Christie

A susceptible child is capable of great hero worship, and a young mind can easily be obsessed by an idea which persists into adult life.

— Agatha Christie

At the small table, sitting very upright, was one of the ugliest old ladies he had ever seen. It was an ugliness of distinction - it fascinated rather than repelled.

— Agatha Christie

Authors were shy, unsociable creatures, atoning for their lack of social aptitude by inventing their own companions and conversations.

— Agatha Christie

Bad habit, lunch. A banana and a water biscuit is all any sane healthy man should need in the middle of the day.

— Agatha Christie

Besides a burial service is rather lovely. Makes you feel uplifted, the grief is real. It makes you feel awful, but it does something to you. I mean, it works it out like perspiration.

— Agatha Christie