You don’t have to have a boyfriend to be happy, to be pretty, or belong.

I don't want to come over all po-faced, because ultimately Sherlock is just entertainment, but if I can, I want to try to set a good example.

Molly works because, while Watson is ‘the audience’, Molly is every woman of a certain age sitting at home on the settee fantasizing about running their hands through Benedict Cumberbatch's hair. ...Also, I think most people have experienced the agony and the ignominy of unrequited love. I’ve never thought Molly was an idiot. She just really, really loves him.

I’d like every man who doesn’t call himself a feminist to explain to the women in his life why he doesn’t believe in equality for women.

You don’t have to have a boyfriend to be happy, to be pretty, or belong.

Everyone was at Martin Freeman’s house, and Martin was there and his wife was sat at his feet and Amanda [Abbington, Freeman’s wife] was crying and so was I and I tried to laugh it off but that turned into this enormous sob in front of everyone and I just thought, oh brilliant. I just found it terribly moving. Martin is just amazing in that last bit, it’s beautiful, that kind of incomprehension and devastation, it’s fantastic, with his sort of military shuffle at the grave. Fantastic.