He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
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.
Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.
I expect most psychiatrists have a patient or two they'd like to refer to me.
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.