For all men are equal at the moment of death and who are we to judge them when a much greater judge awaits?

Show Holmes a drop of water and he would deduce the existence of the Atlantic. Show it to me and I would look for a tap. That was the difference between us.

Once you get into the world of dystopia, it's hard to avoid plagiarism, because other people have had such powerful visions.

Inside every fat man, there's a thin man trying to get out.

I believe that, by and large, people are good and everybody you meet is more likely to surprise you in a positive way than in a negative way.

You'd better get onto MI6. They'll be in charge of security at the airport." "Of course." Sir Graham moved toward the door. He stopped and turned around. "And what happens if you're wrong?" he inquired. "What happens if these soccer players do somehow get killed?" Kellner shrugged. "At least we'll know what we're dealing with," he said. "And they lost every single one of their games while they were in Nigeria. I'm sure we can put together another team.

Death is the same for the one who dies.