Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
We can only learn so much and live.
I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.
Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.
Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.