“On Westminster Bridge, Arthur was struck by the brightness of the streetlamps running across like a formation of stars. They shone white against the black coats of the marching gentlefold and fuller than the moon against the fractal spires of… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Always remember that it is impossible to speak in such a way that you cannot be misunderstood: There will always be some who misunderstand… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“[On writing more Sherlock Holmes stories.] ‘I don’t care whether you do or not,’ said Bram. ‘But you will, eventually. He’s yours, till death do you part. Did you really think he was dead and gone when you wrote “The Final Problem”? I don’t think you did. I think you always knew he’d be back. But whenever you take up… — Graham Moore Copy Share
There is an undeniable exhilaration in moment of even the smallest discovery — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Paul was an attorney. And this was what his as yet brief career in the law had done to his brain. He was comforted… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Empires of Light: Edison, Tesla, Westinghouse, and the Race to Electrify the World, by Jill Jonnes,” — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“A vice is a thing which may be applauded in moderation but becomes horrific in overuse.” — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Arthur looked deeply into the boy’s clear blue eyes and scanned the contours of his handsome face. Arthur could hear something, faintly, in the distance. A rushing sound. A crash of water against rock. He wasn’t sure if it was real or not, but he heard it all the same. Torrents of water rushing over a cliff. He tuned his… — Graham Moore Copy Share
“Art is a social object, books and films and records and television shows, they’re social objects that bring people together in conversation. I love… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
When I was 16 years old I tried to kill myself because I felt different and that I didn't belong. Now I'm here, and… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Love grew docile with age, like a faithful hound. It became precious and prized, locked away from the world like a jewelry box. Love… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Arthur had never challenged a man to a duel, but in this moment he understood the magnificent reasonableness of the tradition. It was either… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“And yet as pristine as she appeared, her demeanor was not delicate. She was no porcelain doll. She was a distant glacier. Remote, quiet,… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
