“On Westminster Bridge, Arthur was struck by the brightness of the streetlamps running across like a formation of stars. They shone white… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren't brothers.… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight and smoke, Holmes… — 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… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
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… — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
“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
