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| My first impression as I opened the door was that a fire had broken out, for the room was so filled with smoke that the light of the lamp upon the table was blurred by it. As I entered, however, my fears were set at rest, for it was the acrid fumes of strong coarse tobacco which took me by the throat and set me coughing. Through the haze I had a vague vision of Holmes in his dressing-gown coiled up in an armchair with his black clay pipe between his lips. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles |  |
| "The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "They all agreed that it was a huge creature, luminous, ghastly, and spectral. I have cross-examined these men, one of them a hard-headed countryman, one a farrier, and one a moorland farmer, who all tell the same story of this dreadful apparition, exactly corresponding to the hell-hound of the legend. I assure you that there is a reign of terror in the district, and that it is a hardy man who will cross the moor at night." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "You interest me very much, Mr. Holmes. I had hardly expected so dolichocephalic a skull or such well-marked supra-orbital development. Would you have any objection to my running my finger along your parietal fissure? A cast of your skull, sir, until the original is available, would be an ornament to any anthropological museum. It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "As you value your life or your reason keep away from the moor." | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| There is nothing so deceptive as the distance of a light upon a pitch-dark night, and sometimes the glimmer seemed to be far away upon the horizon and sometimes it might have been within a few yards of us. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| "Look at Sir Charles's death! That was bad enough, for all that the coroner said. Look at the noises on the moor at night. There's not a man would cross it after sundown if he was paid for it. Look at this stranger hiding out yonder, and watching and waiting! What's he waiting for? What does it mean? It means no good to anyone of the name of Baskerville . . . " | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
| A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen. Fire burst from its open mouth, its eyes glowed with a smouldering glare, its muzzle and hackles and dewlap were outlined in flickering flame. Never in the delirious dream of a disordered brain could anything more savage, more appalling, more hellish be conceived than that dark form and savage face which broke upon us out of the wall of fog. | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | The Hound of the Baskervilles | |
