And your dinner for the orchestra officials." "Haven't you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?

Back at his chair he cannot remember what he was reading. He feels the books beside him to find the one that is warm.

I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.

Gratitude’s got a short half-life, Clarice.

Typhoid and swans - it all comes from the same place.

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

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.