Love. What it does to people.
I’ve never had much use for imagination. I prefer facts.
I’ve always known I was a man out of his time.
I’m not an addict, I’m a user. I alleviate boredom and occasionally heighten my thought processes.
I think I was real once until John made me into fiction. And then after that, I had little choice. Play the part as he’d fashioned it, or become its contradiction.
I lack the arrogance to ignore details. I’m not the police.
Get out. I need to go to my mind palace.
Exceptional children are often the product of unremarkable parents.
Careful! Some of those skulls are over two hundred thousand years old! Have a bit of respect! …Thank you!
A good son always does what his mother asks.
You’re innocent.[Sherlock Holmes]You doubted it?[Enola Holmes]Nothing’s certain till it’s proved.[Sherlock Holmes]
You’re being emotional. It’s understandable, but unnecessary.[to Enola, repeated line]