Laurie R. King Quotes

It's quite exciting," said Sherlock Holmes, with a yawn.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before.

There's no police like Holmes.

Come, Watson, come!" he cried. The game is afoot.

At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette’s dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.

I don't even like watching sex scenes in movies. I have a slight prudish side to me.

I'm prudish.

Watson. Come at once if convenient. If inconvenient, come all the same.

The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor

I'm really not Sherlock Holmes. I look a little bit like him and sound like him.

When a woman has lost her chastity she will shrink from nothing.

Of all the sexual aberrations, perhaps the most peculiar is chastity.

Every man at the bottom of his heart believes that he is a born detective.

No padlocks, bolts, or bars can secure a maiden better than her own reserve.

Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest.

I used to work as a private detective years and years ago.

It is one of the superstitions of the human mind to have imagined that virginity could be a virtue.

I'm actually totally the prude of my family.

Ladies, just a little more virginity, if you don't mind.

I've never even been to bed with a man. Never. That's how pure I am; I have nothing to be ashamed of. My gods made me the way I am.

During courtship, guarding each other's purity and refraining from intimacy are the acts of lovemaking.

As chaste as is the bud ere it be blown.

Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?' To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.' The dog did nothing in the night-time.' That was the curious incident,' remarked Sherlock Holmes.

Chaste is she whom no one has asked.

The eye of a man should be still more reverent before the rising of a young maiden than before the rising of a star. The possibility of touch should increase respect. The down of the peach, the dust of the plum, the radiated crystal of snow, the butterfly’s wing powdered with feathers, are gross things beside that chastity that does not even know it is chaste. The young maiden is only the glimmer of a dream and is not yet statue. Her alcove is hidden in the shadows of the ideal. The indiscreet touch of the eye desecrates this dim penumbra. Here, to gaze, is to profane.