Quotes by : Graham Moore

Gray fall light came through the nine square glass panes. On days like this, the strips of white wood....

Amazing, really, to think of what a man could achieve with the simple ability to put pen to paper and....

On Westminster Bridge, Arthur was struck by the brightness of the streetlamps running across like a formation....

There is an undeniable exhilaration in moment of even the smallest discovery

Harold had become, over the past week, a connoisseur of silences. He was an expert at differentiating....

A mystifying sensation of loneliness shook him. Arthur had been alone before, to be sure, but to be alone....

Why, of course, if the reader were smart enough, he could figure the whole thing through after just the....

In the darkest corner of a darkened room, all Sherlock Homes stories begin. In the pregnant dim of gaslight....

Sometimes I hate it so much,” she said. “Always having to pretend.” Paul gripped her fingers tighter.....

Murder was so trivial in the stories Harold loved. Dead bodies were plot points, puzzles to be reasoned....