“Love grew commendably dependable - love was eggs, love was ham, love was the morning paper.” — Graham Moore Copy Share Image
Amazing, really, to think of what a man could achieve with the simple ability to put pen to paper and spin a decent yarn. — 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
![“[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…” quote by Graham Moore](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/ad6/graham-moore-18909_dead-and-gone_on-writing-more-sherlock-holmes-stories_158928.jpg)
