Quotes from Laurie R. King

IHAD MET Sherlock Holmes at a time when adolescence and the devastating circumstances of my orphaning had left me with an exterior toughness and an interior that was malleable to the personality of anyone willing to listen to me and take me seriously.

That animated, Hellenistic sculpture with the green eyes...

Every so often, one encounters a woman of her type who reaches past the distractions of position, pleasure, and society's assumptions to become something greater. And even more rarely, one finds a woman who craves not power, but the chance to create something new.

The hand of bone and sinew and flesh achieves its immortality in taking up a pen. The hand on a page wields a greater power than the fleshly hand ever could in life.

When you're putting together a story, sometimes you just have to skip over the boring bits.

Impossibility is a log thrown on the fires of love.

I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Gould's wife when I was researching 'The Moor,' and later the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor.

I have been very interested in the number of kids who have read the Sherlock Holmes books after reading the Mary Russell books. That's great. That's more or less how I rediscovered the Holmes books.

The period after the First World War was an extremely different time, so that Sherlock Holmes would have been a different person following 1918 than he was during the Victorian era.

In silent films, quite complex plots are built around action, setting, and the actors' gestures and facial expressions, with a very few storyboards to nail down specific plot points.

The last dog I had was an Irish wolfhound - now that is a dog. Rather spoils a person for a lesser canine, that is, anything under a hundredweight.

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head...

I was fifteen when I first met Sherlock Holmes, fifteen years old with my nose in a book as I walked the Sussex Downs, and nearly stepped on him. In my defense I must say it was an engrossing book, and it was very rare to come across another person in that particular part of the world in that war year of 1915.

Eccentricty had flowered into madness.

That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.

You cannot help being a female, and I should be something of a fool were I to discount your talents merely because of their housing.

I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and ... would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed with the smell and feel of all those books.

Men do, I've found, accept the most errant nonsense from a well dressed woman

The words given voice inside the mind are not always clear, however; they can be gentle and elliptical, what the prophets call the bat qol , the daughter of the voice of God, she who speaks in whispers and half-seen images.

but somehow the madness around me and the turmoil I carried within myself acted as counterweights, and I survived in the centre.

I think very few people are completely normal really, deep down in their private lives. It all depends on a combination of circumstances. If all the various cosmic thingummys fuse at the same moment, and the right spark is struck, there's no knowing what one mightn't do.

Using insult instead of argument is the sign of a small mind.

He said nothing. Very sarcastically.

However, the mind has an amazing ability to continue worrying away at a problem all on its own, so that when the "Eureka!" comes it is as mysterious as if it were God speaking.