“I'm Galileo in prison. I'm a supercomputer in a junkyard. I'm being wasted, Irene. This town is killing me by inches, turning my mind to mush.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“Okay, is there something unusual on my face?" "Just the usual," he says to his wine glass. "Eyes, mouth, nose, confusion.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“I am honest, and in this society that happens to be constituted as mean.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“I want to stay curled up quietly on my own little piece of nothingness.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“There it is - a flash of relief crosses his expression. Searching for emotion in Sherlock's face is like bird watching. Ah, yes, the… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“Your room looks the same, but different. A corpse with makeup on its face to make it look alive.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“I hang up automatically. My heart's beating in a way that I'm quickly associating with the Holmes family. The Holmes tachycardia. Scourge of hospitals… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“You fell asleep on purpose last time I made you watch one." "Call it a coma induced by prolonged exposure to stupidity.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“I deal with long blank stretches of empty boredom by laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, imagining situations in which I might… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“Sherlock's social skills are a disaster in three acts." "What are the acts?" "One: he takes a breath. Two: he opens his mouth. Three:… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“I'm Galileo in prison. I'm a supercomputer in a junkyard. I'm being wasted, Irene. This town is killing me by inches, turning my mind… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“Intriguing." He sits back down. "I should do a study on the mass conditioning of people to harmonize with the birthday song. Essentially, it's… — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
“It's times like this that he reminds me of a really smart, really good-looking five-year-old.” — Eva Morgan Copy Share Image
