“Look, I get it. I’m a white, heterosexual man. It’s really easy for me to say, ‘Oh, wow, wasn’t the nineteenth century… — Graham Moore Pouring rain Copy Share Image
“On Westminster Bridge, Arthur was struck by the brightness of the streetlamps running across like a formation of stars. They shone white… — Graham Moore Arthur-conan-doyle Copy Share Image
“Harold had become, over the past week, a connoisseur of silences. He was an expert at differentiating the particulars; was this a… — Graham Moore Peace 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 Arthur Copy Share Image
“Gray fall light came through the nine square glass panes. On days like this, the strips of white wood that separated the… — Graham Moore Light Copy Share Image
“Watson is a cheap, efficient little sod of a literary device. Holmes doesn't need him to solve crimes any more than he… — Graham Moore Literature 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 Arthur-conan-doyle Copy Share Image
“Let’s be honest— I think one of you people did this. I think one of your giddy, delusional pals killed Cale and… — Graham Moore Humour Copy Share Image
