Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth.It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.
Thomas HarrisOn a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.
Thomas HarrisThe worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.
Thomas Harris