But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.

I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

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...

Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.

Because it's his bad luck to be the best.

We can only learn so much and live.

I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.