Death Comes for the Fat Man Quotes

“Truly, he thought, I am the great chameleon. Fat Andy and Wieldy are themselves whoever they speak to, but me, I change shape and color and idiom according to my company. Which is very useful, but does make it difficult to put your finger on the real me.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“Bernard, it would have been a kindness to warn me that PC Plod was going to pay a visit.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“She drew her hand away from beneath his and said, “Heard…in what sense?” “In the sense of I heard,” he said. “He rang me. That’s right. I was in bed and the phone rang and when I picked it up, it was Chris.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“I’ve a mate in the Middlesbrough mob,” said Wield. “I’ll give him a ring later when they’ve had time to get things sorted. As for the pistol, don’t underestimate them. Close range, one of them gas guns can put a pellet through your eye right into your brain.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“That was Wield, a mind for all seasons. In Pascoe’s opinion he was one of the best cops in Mid-Yorkshire, if not in the whole country. Sticking at sergeant had been his own choice, at first because he didn’t want his gayness to become a promotion issue, and latterly, since setting up home with Edwin Digweed, because he had no desire to take any step which might disturb his domestic happiness. In an unprejudiced society, he’d have been Commissioner by now, thought Pascoe.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“Fidler himself was a personable young man who’d been a New Labor MP till “the sheer meaningless gab of it” had driven him to resign and spend more time with his money by becoming a TV personality.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“But Dalziel, when he went it would be like losing a mountain. Every time you saw the space where it had been, you’d be reminded nothing was forever, that even the very majesty of nature was only smoke and mirrors.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man

“It contained, rather squashed but not beyond recognition, a custard tart. “Oh shit,” said Pascoe. And suddenly, for some reason beyond reason, the barrier he’d been erecting both consciously and unconsciously between himself and the events in Mill Street crumbled like the walls of number 3, and when the nurse looked in to check that all was well, she found him with his face buried in his pillow, sobbing convulsively.”
― Reginald Hill, Death Comes For The Fat Man