I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.
On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.
And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
Hannibal Lecter: We live in a primitive time - don't we, Will? - neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.