How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
You cant reduce me to a set of influences.
It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
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.
Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.