You must do what you want.

He looked from the phone to the unconscious figure of the Salesman. "What did you do to him?" he asked. "He got the wrong number," Alex said.

Alan Blunt got in touch with me and asked me to put you up here for the rest of the week, to pretend that you're my son. I have to say, you don't look anything like me." "I don't look anything like myself either," Alex said.

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

Your temperature's normal, though I'd say it's the only thing about you that is.

"I think my reputation will look after itself," Holmes said. "If they hang me, Watson, I shall leave it to you to persuade your readers that the whole thing was a misunderstanding."

You are meant to be here. There are no coincidences. It's all happening the way it was meant to be.