Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and there there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under 'Acts of God.
It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.
Funerals often make us want sex-it's one in the eye for death.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...