“ Fat Charlie went back to his hotel room, the colour of underwater, where his lime sat, like a small green Buddha, on the countertop.You're no help, he told the lime. This was unfair. It was only a lim… Neil Gaiman
“ Like all sentient beings, Fat Charlie had a weirdness quotient. For some days the needle had been over in the red, occasionally banging jerkily against the pin. Now the meter broke. Neil Gaiman
