I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial. It was a child's weapon--and she'd probably never got out of using it. If I wanted Sheila, I must accept her as she was--be at hand to prop up the weak places. We've all got our weak places. Mine were different from Sheila's, but they were there.
Agatha ChristieYou want beauty,' said Hercules Poirot. 'Beauty at any price. For me, it is truth. I want always truth.
Agatha ChristieShe was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.
Agatha Christie