You know what I am. I’m Moriarty. The Napoleon of Crime.
You can’t set a trap without bait.
Work is the best antidote to sorrow.
What we call premonition is just movement of the web. If you could attenuate to every strand of quivering data, the future would be entirely calculable. As inevitable as mathematics.
There is a mute button and I will use it.
That’s the trouble with uniforms and name badges, people stop looking at faces.
Nothing made me. I made me.
Nobody deceives like an addict.
No human action is ever truly random.
My name’s Jim Moriarty. Welcome to the final problem.
Must be something comforting about the number three, people always give up after three.
It’s a dangerous habit, to finger loaded firearms in the pocket of one’s dressing gown. Or are you just pleased to see me?
