“Who am I?’ you mean.” He smiled at the question and gave what was at first glance a most oblique answer. “Do you know what a fugue is?” “Are you changing the subject?” “No.” I thought in silence for some… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“When ambitious men overcome a dynasty and seize power, they inevitably adopt most of the ways of their predecessors. —THE Muqaddimah OF IBN KHALDÛN” — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“I did not think of myself as a detective; I was a student of theology, and I was to spend my life in exploration,… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
...but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre. — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“The night air moved up towards the Downs, washing over sea and orchard. I breathed it in, and thought that henceforth, loneliness would smell… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“-in New York, a cat could look at a king. Hell, a cat could get himself elected king. But in England, where people had… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
The words given voice inside the mind are not always clear, however; they can be gentle and elliptical, what the prophets call the bat… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“Margery," I blurted out in a passion of frustration. "I don't know what to make of you!" Nor I you, Mary. Frankly, I cannot… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
The period after the First World War was an extremely different time, so that Sherlock Holmes would have been a different person following 1918… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“Tell me about yourself, Miss Russell." I started to give him the obligatory response, first the demurral and then the reluctant flat autobiography, but… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“Suddenly, it occurred to me that my feelings towards the little man were distinctly maternal. Good God, I thought, how utterly revolting, and I… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I have been very interested in the number of kids who have read the Sherlock Holmes books after reading the Mary Russell books. That's… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Gould's wife when I was researching 'The Moor,' and later the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor. — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate. — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
