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“I found the stuff and I gave it to him and I sat there watching him die. I’ve never felt so alive, so exultant, so full of power. I watched him die…’ (…)‘I didn’t understand that I was killing myself—not him. Afterwards I saw her caught in a trap—and that was no good either. I couldn’t hurt her—she didn’t care—she escaped from it all—half the time she wasn’t there. She and Amyas both escaped—they went somewhere where I couldn’t get at them. But they didn’t die. I died.”

Quote by Agatha Christie

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Five Little Pigs

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Agatha Christie
Agatha Christie

Agatha Christie, a renowned British detective novel writer, is known as the Queen of Detective Fiction. She was born on September 15, 1890, and passed away on January 12, 1976. Christie's works are characterized by intricate plots, unique reasoning, and vivid characters, and have had a profound impact on detective fiction worldwide. more

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