Words, madmoiselle, are only the outer clothing of ideas. - Agatha Christie

That’s the depressing part of places like this. Guest houses run by broken-down gentlepeople. They’re full of failures — of people who have never got anywhere and never will get anywhere, of people who — who have been defeated and broken by life, of people who are old and tired and finished.

Last time I had my hands on you, you felt like a bird - struggling to escape. You'll never escape now...

Everyone likes talking about himself. - Hercule Poirot