Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie
Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie, Lady Mallowan, DBEwas an English crime novelist, short story writer and playwright. She also wrote six romances under the name Mary Westmacott including Giant's Bread, but she is best known for the 66 detective novels and 14 short story collections that she wrote under her own name, most of which revolve around the investigative work of such characters as Hercule Poirot, Jane Marple, Parker Pyne, Ariadne Oliver, Harley Quin/Mr Satterthwaite and Tommy and Tuppence Beresford...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 September 1890
CityTorquay, England
Use that fluff of yours you call a brain.
Things go entirely differently from the way you planned them.
Until one looks back on one's own past one fails to realise what an extraordinary view of the world a child has.
Writing is a great comfort to people like me, who are unsure of themselves and have trouble expressing themselves properly.
I didn't want to work. It was as simple as that. I distrusted work, disliked it. I thought it was a very bad thing that the human race had unfortunately invented for itself.
I would like it to be said that I was a good writer of detective and thriller stories.
There's no agony like [getting started]. You sit in a room, biting pencils, looking at a typewriter, walking about, or casting yourself down on a sofa, feeling you want to cry your head off.
If you love, you will suffer, and if you do not love, you do not know the meaning of a Christian life.
I have enjoyed greatly the second blooming that comes when you finish the life of the emotions and of personal relations; and suddenly find - at the age of fifty, say - that a whole new life has opened before you, filled with things you can think about, study, or read about...It is as if a fresh sap of ideas and thoughts was rising in you.
No sign, so far, of anything sinister—but I live in hope.
I don't know. I don't know at all. And that's what's frightening the life out of me. To have no idea....
There is no detective in England equal to a spinster lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands.
But no artist, I now realize, can be satisfied with art alone. There is a natural craving for recognition which cannot be gain-said.
Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived.