There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.
I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.
The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.
And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.