Don't Ever Call Me Mad, Mycroft. I'm

If The Real World Were A Book, It Would Never Find A Publisher. Overlong, Detailed To The Point Of Distraction-and Ultimately, Without A Major Resolution.

…tell Me, Has Anything Odd Happened To You Recently? What Do You Mean, Odd?' Unusual. Deviating From The Customary. Something Outside The Usual Parameters Of Normalcy. An Occurrence Of Unprecedented Weird.

Growth Purely For Its Own Sake Is The Philosophy Of Cancer.

Every Book Should Have A Romance.

I Didn't Set Out To Discover A Truth. I Was Actually Sent To The Outer Fringes To Conduct A Chair Census And Learn Some Humility. But The Truth Inevitably Found Me, As Important Truths Often Do, Like A Lost Thought In Need Of A Mind.