He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
I have no interest in understanding sheep, only eating them.
I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.