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.

… It is not healing to see your childhood home, but it helps you measure whether you are broken, and how and why, assuming you want to know.

It occured to Starling how much Roden would benefit from an elbow smash in the hinge of his jaw.

We can only learn so much and live.

Nothing made me happen. I happened.

I'm giving serious thought into eating yor wife” - Hannibal Lecter

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.