An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.
An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have; the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.
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.
But surely for everything you 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 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 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.
I married an archaeologist because the older I grow, the more he appreciates me.
I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.
I've always believed in writing without a collaborator, because where two people are writing the same book, each believes he gets all the worry and only half the royalties.
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.
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 is left with the horrible feeling now that war settles nothing; that to win a war is as disastrous as to lose one.
One of the luckiest things that can happen to you in life is, I think, to have a happy childhood.
The best time to plan a book is while you're doing the dishes.
The happy people are failures because they are on such good terms with themselves they don't give a damn.
The secret of getting ahead is getting started.
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.
These little grey cells. It is up to them.
Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.
Very few of us are what we seem.
Where large sums of money are concerned, it is advisable to trust nobody.
From the 1930s until her death, Agatha had two country houses, Winterbrook House, near Wallingford, Berkshire, bought in 1934, and Greenway House in Devon, with about two hundred and fifty acres, bought in 1938. The house in Devon is still owned by the family.
Agatha's play The Mousetrap is now the longest continuously-running stage production in history, having opened in 1952.
Agatha met her second husband, the archaeologist Max Mallowan, while he was digging at Ur in what is now Iraq. He was a Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, and fourteen years younger than Agatha.
Agatha had only one child, Rosalind Christie, born in 1919. Rosalind also had one child, Matthew Pritchard, born in 1943, who now controls his grandmother's literary estate.
At the age of nineteen, Agatha got engaged to Major Reginald Lucy, of the Royal Artillery. However, in 1914 she married Archie Christie, an officer in the Royal Field Artillery. In 1928, they got divorced, and in 1930 Agatha married Max Mallowan (later Sir Max), an archaeologist.
When Agatha was eleven, her father died and she struck up a friendship with the novelist Eden Phillpotts, who lived near her mother's house in Devon.
She grew up on the outskirts of the seaside town of Torquay, in Devon.
Christie was named a Dame of the Order of the British Empire in 1971.
Estimates state that nearly two billion copies of Agatha Christie books have been printed.
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