You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.

But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.

I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.

The worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.

When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.