People lie to themselves about three things. They view themselves in implausibly positive ways, they think they have far more control over their lives than they actually do, and they believe the future will be better than the evidence of the present can possibly justify.
Other people’s lives seem so much better than ours. More interesting, more attractive, more alive.[to Emma]
Often it’s the good coppers who shoulder the blame for the bad.[to John]
Not if I come for you first.[John Luther: I’m coming for you.]
No, of course not. I had to be dead. That’s how all your best relationships end.[John Luther: You couldn’t just walk away?]
Murder investigation, three pillars. Means, motive and opportunity.
Love is supposed to dignify us. Exalt us. How can it be love, if all it does is make you lonely and corrupt? [to John]
If you’re gonna go on the run you’re gonna have to, uh, lose the coat.[Alice Morgan]It’s my lucky coat.[John Luther]“Lucky?” Right, well, I would take it back to the shop if I was you. Get your money back. It’s obviously defective.[Alice Morgan]
If you take me down, I’ll take you down even faster and even harder.[to George]
If I thought you were about to lose interest in me… I’d be inconsolable.
I’ve never had an affair before. So, I don’t know what to do. Is it still called an affair if I ‘m sleeping with my wife behind her lover’s back?[to Zoe]
I’m not a cynic. That’s basically my problem.
