Understand this, I mean to arrive at the truth. The truth, however ugly in itself, is always curious and beautiful to seekers after it.

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.

I have given them life instead of death, freedom instead of the cords of superstition, beauty and truth instead of corruption and exploitation. The old bad days are over for them, the Light of the Aten|Aton has risen, and they can dwell in peace and harmony freed from the shadow of fear and oppression.

An archaeologist is the best husband any woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.

Oh dear, I never realized what a terrible lot of explaining one has to do in a murder!

I specialize in murders of quiet, domestic interest.

It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.

I have a certain experience of the way people tell lies.

The intense interest aroused in the public by what was known at the time as "The Styles Case" has now somewhat subsided. Nevertheless, in view of the world-wide notoriety which attended it, I have been asked, both by my friend Poirot and the family themselves, to write an account of the whole story. This, we trust, will effectually silence the sensational rumours which still persist.

Every murderer is probably somebody’s old friend.