Tomás R.

“My dear Caroline,” I said. “There’s no doubt at all about what the man’s profession has been. He’s a retired hairdresser. Look at that moustache of his.” Caroline dissented. She said that if the man was a hairdresser, he would have wavy hair—not straight. All hairdressers did.”
― Agatha Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

“Não digo mais nada. Vou ao Grandella buscar ceroulas que comprei para ti.Andas todo aperaltado por fora e sempre com as ceroulas cagadas. Se o teu Salazar soubesse que não limpas o cu, mão sei se não te despromovia.”
― Francisco Moita Flores, Os Cães de Salazar

“You seem to know a hell of a lot about everything, you little foreign cock duck.”
― Agatha Christie, The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

“I know—I know. To all of us, Mademoiselle, there comes a time when death is preferable to life. But it passes—sorrow passes and grief. You cannot believe that now, I know.”
― Agatha Christie, Peril at End House