Superb, suicide as street theatre, murder by corpse. Lestrade, you’re spoiling us.
Sometimes to solve a case, one must first solve another.
People leave their bodies to science, I think cannibals would be so much more grateful.
Oh, good old Watson! How would we fill the time if you didn’t ask questions?
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?
It is no easy thing for a great mind to contemplate a still greater one.
I’ve always known I was a man out of his time.
