Doyle Quotes

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Libba Bray
Libba Bray

Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

Arthur Conan Doyle
“It's quite exciting," said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, A Study in Scarlet, A Study in Scarlet

John Passarella
“Doyle: "What is it now, then?"
Cordelia: "Isn't java supposed to be a coffee?"
Doyle: "Ready to abandon the the Web project?"
Cordelia: "No way. We have a chance here to make contact with the millions of people out there who are glued to their computers."
Doyle: "All those millions, shunning human contact. I'll never understand it. Call me old-fashioned, if you like, but I want to interface with a face, not a hunk of plastic and glass."
Cordelia: "Climb out of the Dark Ages, Munchkin man."
Doyle: "It's leprechaun, and either way, I don't appreciate the insult.”
John Passarella "Angel"

Libba Bray
And perhaps they will run screaming for the convent.”
Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

Libba Bray
“Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Felicity and Ann hunched over their ornaments as if they were fascinating relics from an archaeological dig. I note that their shoulders are trembling, and I realize that they are fighting laughter over my terrible plight. There's friendship for you.”
Libba Bray, Rebel Angels

Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle

Graham Moore
“Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned out. They weren't brothers. Plot points didn't leave behind grieving sisters who couldn't find their shoes.”
Graham Moore, The Sherlockian

C.L. Stone
“I'm horrible with names" He said "I'm still not sure what your is. You say Blake, but I'm pretty sure it's like Bob. Or Sanchez”
C.L Stone
tags: doyle

David Baldacci
“And he has guns and dogs that would make the Hound of Baskervilles seem like a bleeding Pekinese.”
David Baldacci, Deliver Us from Evil

Arthur Conan Doyle
Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes, Oyun Başladı

“Outside . . . the street . . . the city . . . the darkness! O how the night was with me, taunting the rolls of thought that cuddled my brain. My memory like an old piano roll . . . four hot hands at the keys . . . wobbly fingers in my mind . . . my whole life ragtime in broken shoes . . . tiny mallets striking the strings of my soul . . . Ah, Tim, I tell you there's a tune left in the old box yet.”
Kirby Doyle, Happiness Bastard

“The interchangeable ballistics of human love fade in scholastic tears like a child's wash-drawing left to the rain.”
Kirby Doyle, Happiness Bastard
tags: doyle, love