You are, madame, so perfectly armored, so completely sure of yourself.'' Now I wonder if I am to take that as a compliment?'' It is, perhaps, a warning--not to treat life with arrogance.

— Agatha Christie

You are not the happy, unthinking child you have always appeared to be, accepting everything at its face value. You are not just one of the women of the household. Furthermore, you are Regiment who wants to think for herself, who wonders about other people.

— Agatha Christie

You are the patient one, Mademoiselle,' said Poirot to Miss Dagenham. She shrugged her shoulders slightly. 'What else can one do?' You are a philosopher, Mademoiselle.' That implies a detached attitude. I think my attitude is more selfish. I have learned to save myself useless emotion.

— Agatha Christie

You are young still. Naturally, one tries this, that and the other, but what one eventually settles down into is the life one prefers.

— Agatha Christie

You don't appreciate a faithful husband when you've got one,' said Tommy.' All my friends tell me you never know with husbands,' said Tuppence.' You have the wrong kind of friends,' said Tommy.

— Agatha Christie

You do think you know about everything," said her husband. I do," said Tuppence.

— Agatha Christie

You have a great advantage as a writer, Monsieur,' said Poirot. 'You can relieve your feelings by expedient of the printed word. You have the power of the pen over your enemies.

— Agatha Christie

You have a pretty good nerve," said Ratchet. "Will twenty thousand dollars tempt you?" It will not." If you're holding out for more, you won't get it. I know what a thing's worth to me." I, also M. Ratchet." What's wrong with my proposition?" Poirot rose. "If you will forgive me for being personal - I do not like your face, M. Ratchet," he said.

— Agatha Christie

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.

— Agatha Christie

Young men are sadly degenerate nowadays.

— Agatha Christie