That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate. — Laurie R. King Fear Copy Share Image
“I told you it was a backwoods. They probably still practice corn sacrifice.” — Laurie R. King Backwoods Copy Share Image
Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
Pride is a sweetmeat, to be savoured in small pieces; it makes for a poor feast. — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“My God, it can recognise another human being when it's hit over the head with one.” — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
Libraries made me - as a reader, as a writer, and as a human being. — Laurie R. King Books Copy Share Image
I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Goulds wife when I was researching The Moor, and later the Jamaica Inn on… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
The last dog I had was an Irish wolfhound - now that is a dog. Rather spoils a person for a lesser… — Laurie R. King Animal Copy Share Image
It was hypnotic, and then it was unsettling, and finally I became aware of another entity in my universe, sitting on the… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“Normally, one is only conscious of the room around one, but when no-one else is present, one's awareness is free to fill… — Laurie R. King Awareness Copy Share Image
What does it mean, to lose one's mind? Where does it go? If a man is out of his mind, where is… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Gould's wife when I was researching 'The Moor,' and later the Jamaica Inn on… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
In silent films, quite complex plots are built around action, setting, and the actors' gestures and facial expressions, with a very few… — Laurie R. King Action Copy Share Image
I became, in other words, more like Holmes than the man himself: brilliant, driven to a point of obsession, careless of myself,… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“I took the broom and made a wild sweep along the workbench, and an edge of the unwieldy head sent a tray… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“THE OXFORD UNIVERSITY I came up to in 1917 was a shadow of her normal, self-assured self, its population a tenth of… — Laurie R. King Black death Copy Share Image
I felt instantly at home, and wanted only to dismiss Alistair, along with the rest of Justice Hall, that I might have… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
“Madam, there is no treachery in the truth. There may be pain, but to face honestly all possible conclusions formed by a… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the… — Laurie R. King Book Copy Share Image
“-in New York, a cat could look at a king. Hell, a cat could get himself elected king. But in England, where… — Laurie R. King England Copy Share Image
. . . the first spring in five free from the rumour of guns across the Channel, a spring anxious to make… — Laurie R. King Anxious Copy Share Image
When you're putting together a story, sometimes you just have to skip over the boring bits. — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind. — Laurie R. King Argument Copy Share Image
Why the devil was my husband positively grinning - and with what looked remarkably like relief? — Laurie R. King Devil Copy Share Image
Blogs are the main exception I make in my aversion to complex machinery. — Laurie R. King Aversion Copy Share Image
“Life has ill-prepared me for finding any enjoyment in a press of merrymakers.” — Laurie R. King Life Copy Share Image
“For a man who claimed not to care much for women, Mr Holmes sure found some strong ones.” — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
Only the careless leave a possibility unattended due to assumptions. — Laurie R. King Assumption Copy Share Image
The period after the First World War was an extremely different time, so that Sherlock Holmes would have been a different person… — Laurie R. King Copy Share Image
