Until one looks back on one's own past one fails to realise what an extraordinary view of the world a child has.
Agatha ChristiePlots come to me at such odd moments, when I am walking along the street, or examining a hat shopโฆ suddenly a splendid idea comes into my head.
Agatha ChristieDo you believe in the value of truth, my dear, or donโt you?โ โOf course I believe in the truth,โ said Rhoda, staring. โYes, you say that, but perhaps you havenโt thought about it. The truth hurts sometimes โ and destroys oneโs illusions.โ โIโd rather have it all the same.โ said Rhoda. โSo would I. But I donโt know that weโre wise.โ Mrs. Oliver; Rhoda Dawes
Agatha ChristieShe didn't give George any too easy a time when she was alive. She was one of those semi-invalids โ I believe she had really something wrong with her, but whatever it was she played it for all it was worth. She was capricious, exacting, unreasonable. She complained from morning to night. George was expected to wait on her, hand and foot and everything he did was always wrong and he got cursed for it. Most men, I'm fully convinced, would have hit her with a hatchet long ago.
Agatha ChristieThere are some people who don't conform to the signals. An ordinary well-regulated locomotive slows down or pulls up when it sees the red light hoisted against it. Perhaps I was born color blind. When I see the red signal -- I can't help forging ahead. And in the end, you know, that spells disaster.
Agatha Christie