#loc

As I rolled over, stretching out, my only thought was to go back to the dream I'd been having, which I couldn't remember, other than that it had been good, in that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#just-listen #lock-and-key #nate-cross #sarah-desson #dreams

Whatever you are physically...male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy--all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. All those other things, they are the glass that contains the lamp, but you are the light inside. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #jem-carstairs #lamp #light #soul

He shakes his head with a slow smile. You'd better be right. If the phone rings, I'm unpluggining it, I swear to God-“ You'd do that to your five-year-old sister?“ I gasp in mock outrage. For one whole night alone? Jesus, Maya, I'd sell her to the gypsies! ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#maya #jesus

I am a brain, Watson. The rest of me is a mere appendix. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#intellect #sherlock-holmes #brain

A sort of good-bye without saying good-bye," he said. "It is a reference to a passage in the Bible. 'And Mizpah, for he said, the Lord watch between me and thee when we are absent one from another. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clockwork-angel #infernal-devices #jem-carstairs #mizpah #bible

The day after the assignation with Barstad, the low stacked-heels of Charlotte Neumann, an ordained Episcopalian priest, author of New Art Modalities: Woman/Sin, Sin/Woman, S/in/ister, which, the week before, had broken through the top-10,000 barrier of the Barnes & Noble on-line bestseller list, and who was, not incidentally, the department chairperson, echoed down the hallway and stopped at his door. ↗

— John Sandford

#art

On glancing over my notes of the seventy odd cases in which I have during the last eight years studied the methods of my friend Sherlock Holmes, I find many tragic, some comic, a large number merely strange, but none commonplace; for, working as he did rather for the love of his art than for the acquirement of wealth, he refused to associate himself with any investigation which did not tend towards the unusual, and even the fantastic. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#dr-watson #mystery #sherlock-holmes #art

It's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching and rarely discovered--so many locks not enough keys. ↗

— Sarah Dessen

#reason

Crime is common. Logic is rare. Therefore it is upon the logic rather than upon the crime that you should dwell. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#crime

As that fucking chandelier twinkled overhead, Blay said roughly, "I'm still in love with him." Saxton dropped his eyes and brushed a the top of his thigh, as if there might have been a tiny piece of lint there. "I know. You thought you weren't?" As if that were rather stupid of him. "I'm so fucking tired of it. I really am." "That I believe." "Im so fucking..." God, those sounds, that muted pounding , that audible confirmation of what he had been ignoring for the past year-- On a sudden wave of violence, he pitched the brandy snifter at the marble fireplace, shattering the thing. "Fuck, Fuck!" If he'd been able to, he'd have jumped up and torn that goddamn cocksucking light fixture off the goddamn cocksucking ceiling. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#blaylock #lover-reborn #qhuay #saxton #love