On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.

Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?

… It is not healing to see your childhood home, but it helps you measure whether you are broken, and how and why, assuming you want to know.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.

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.