How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
Hannibal Lecter: We live in a primitive time - don't we, Will? - neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.
You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.