#holmes

A Dickens character to me is a theatrical projection of a character. Not that it isn't real. It's real, but in that removed sense. But Sherlock Holmes is simply there. I would be astonished if I went to 221 1/2 B Baker Street and didn't find him." [An Invitation to Learning, January 1942] ↗

— Rex Stout

#dickens #larger-than-life #novels #presence #realism

Am dining at Goldini's Restaurant, Gloucester Road, Kensington. Please come at once and join me there. Bring with you a jemmy, a dark lantern, a chisel, and a revolver. S. H." It was a nice equipment for a respectable citizen to carry through the dim, fog-draped streets. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sarcasm #sherlock-holmes #respect

I followed you.' I saw no one.' That is what you may expect to see when I follow you. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#devil

You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#investigation #methods #mysteries #sherlock-holmes #trifles

And then I thought that I had to be like Sherlock Holmes and I had to detach my mind at will to a remarkable degree so that I did not notice how much it was hurting inside my head. ↗

— Mark Haddon

#sherlock-holmes

I cannot live without brainwork. What else is there to live for? Stand at the window here. Was ever such a dreary, dismal, unprofitable world? See how the yellow fog swirls down the street and drifts across the duncoloured houses. What could be more hopelessly prosaic and material? ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes #the-sign-of-four #materialism

Anything is better than stagnation. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#sherlock-holmes

The division seems rather unfair," I remarked. "You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?" "For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine-bottle." And he stretched his long white hand up for it. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#humour #sherlock-holmes-watson #business

More accurately, on the bed and on the table lay various pieces of what had once been a body. Holmes was leaning with his back against the wall, his countenance deathly white. "The door was open," he said incongruously. "I was passing by, and the door was open." "Holmes," I whispered in horror. "The door was open," he said once more, and then buried his face in his hands. ↗

— Lyndsay Faye

#horror #john-watson #sherlock-holmes #death

Education never ends, Watson. It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#education