Go To Venice. Find Scorpia. And You

For All Men Are Equal At The Moment Of Death And Who Are We To Judge Them When A Much Greater Judge Awaits?

He Had Followed The Trail Left By A Dead Man. It Was Only Now That He Realized It Might Lead Only To A Grave.

I Love Writing Different Things.

Inside Every Fat Man, There's A Thin Man Trying To Get Out.

You Weren’t In Any Real Danger. We Knew Exactly Where You Were All The Time.