Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.

I have no interest in understanding sheep, only eating them.

We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.

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.

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.

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.

I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.