Jack Taylor promotional photoshoot.

“I’m a monster.”
“I know what monsters are. You’re a victim. And Will and I? We’re going to protect you.”

“A few times in my life I’ve had moments of absolute clarity, when for a few brief seconds the silence drowns out the noise and I can feel rather than think, and things seem so sharp and the world seems so fresh. I can never make these moments last. I cling to them, but like everything, they fade. I have lived my life on these moments. They pull me back to the present, and I realize that everything is exactly the way it was meant to be.”

I’m not a psychopath, Anderson. I’m a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research.
In the distance, the stray umbrella spins into view, harpoons a player. Harry’s eyes shift. The snitch shimmers like a firefly in the dark underbelly of a cloud. Harry begins to go… when the veil of mist shrouding the high tower shifts and — for one brief moment, a great dog is revealed. As this mist closes, Harry frowns, jets away.
Sherlock “I have no meaningful connections” Holmes.