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.”
“I’ll keep your secret.”
“And I’ll keep yours.”
“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.