I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want empathy so badly. Maybe learning to make that distinction is part of growing up. It's hard and ugly to know somebody can understand you without even liking you.

Nothing made me happen. I happened.

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

It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.

Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.

I am the dragon, and you call me insane.

I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.