“Taylor: Do you know when the next train to Yass is coming?Jonah: Go to hell.Taylor: Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.”

“Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away."Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.”

“When You don't know what to do, just do whatever comes next and go from there.”

“Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated”

“You know, when it works, love is amazing. It's not overrated.”

“Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean.""Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so.""Why?""Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle.""'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me.""Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it."The whistle of the engine came again."Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows.”