It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.
Shiloh isn’t haunted – men are haunted. Shiloh doesn’t care.
In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
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.