No, Sherlock always replies, to everything. He is Mr. Punchline. He will outlive God trying to have the last word.
When does the path we walk on lock around our feet? When does the road become a river with only one destination? Death waits for us all in Samarra; but can Samarra be avoided?
Serial killing is an expression of power, ego. A signature in human destruction. Ultimately, for full satisfaction, it requires plain sight.
People give their body to science, I think cannibals would be so much grateful.
A man always finds it hard to realize that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.
…Murder. Sorry, did I say murder? I meant to say marriage. But, you know, they're quite similar procedures when you think about it. The participants tend to know each other and it's over when one of them's dead.
The past and the present are within my field of inquiry, but what a man may do in the future is a hard question to answer.
All lives end; all hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.
Taking your own life.” Interesting expression - taking it from who? Once it's over, it's not you who'll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everybody else. Your life is not your own. Keep your hands off it.
Tell them your darkest secret. Because, if you tell them, and they decide they'd rather not know, you can't take it back, you can't unsay it. Once you've opened your heart, you can't close it again.