Death, grieving, mourning, they’re all commonplace. Logic is rare, and so… I dwell on logic.
Watson wrote the story, but he changed the ending.
The dead are not so very far away. They’re just on the other side of the wall.
Human nature was a mystery that logic alone could not illuminate.
When you’re a detective and a man comes to visit you, it’s usually about his wife.
One shouldn’t leave this life without a sense of completion.
I’ve never had much use for imagination. I prefer facts.
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.
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Exceptional children are often the product of unremarkable parents.
A good son always does what his mother asks.
One can’t solve everything.
If I ever write a story myself it will be to correct the millions misconceptions created by his imaginative license.