Inside Every Fat Man, There's

Alex Decided He’d Had Enough. He Put Down His Knife. “all Right,” He Said. “you’ve Made It Pretty Clear That You Don’t Want To Work With Me. Well, That’s Fine. Because I Don’t Want To Work With You Either. And For What It’s Worth, Nobody Would Ever Believe You Were My Mom Because No Mom Would Ever Behave Like You.” “alex…,” Carver Began. “forget It! I’m Going Back To London. And If You’re Mr. Byrne Asks Why, You Can Tell Him I Didn’t Like The Jelly, So I Went Home To Get Some Jam.

…my Life Has Been A Remarkable One. Maybe One Day Someone Will Write A Book About Me . . .” "i’ve Never Much Cared For Horror Stories.

Routine Is The One Thing The Can Get You Killed. It Tells The Enemy Where You're Going And When You're Going To Be There.

"i Think My Reputation Will Look After Itself," Holmes Said. "if They Hang Me, Watson, I Shall Leave It To You To Persuade Your Readers That The Whole Thing Was A Misunderstanding."

I'm Not Very Good At Creating Worlds. I Prefer To Write About The World As It Is.