We can only learn so much and live.
It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
Life's too slippery for books, Clarice; anger appears as lust, lupus presents as hives.
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.
You would think such a day would tremble to begin . . .
I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.