Frequent and violent temptations were a proof that the citadel of the soul had not fallen and that the devil raged to make it fall.

The light music of whiskey falling into glasses made an agreeable interlude.

Fall if you will, but rise you must.

The sea, the snotgreen sea, the scrotumtightening sea.

When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

You made me confess the fears that I have. But I will tell you also what I do not fear. I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake and perhaps as long as eternity too.

There's no police like Holmes.