Agatha Christie

“Man is a vain animal.

“Your idea of a woman is some one who gets on a chair and shrieks if she sees a mouse.

Man is an unoriginal animal.

“Mon ami, you must make your own deductions. You have ‘access to the facts!’ Concentrate your grey cells.

A good intelligence—and so deplorably lacking in method. There is an exercise most excellent for the development of the little grey cells. I will impart it to you—”

whom will a woman lie? Sometimes for herself, usually for the man she loves, always for her children.

“Let me see, was that the old lady who was poisoned?

sphinxlike in its in­scrut­ab­il­ity

Jack of all trades!

We went slowly down the stairs. I was vi­ol­ently ex­cited.