Gratitude’s got a short half-life, Clarice.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.
The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.