Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.

I have no interest in understanding sheep, only eating them.

One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.

Funerals often make us want sex-it's one in the eye for death.

Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.

Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter’s earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted attic shards held together by blank plaster. Other rooms hold sound and motion, great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark and lit in flashes. Pleas and screaming fill some places on the grounds where Hannibal himself cannot go. But the corridors do not echo screaming, and there is music if you like.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.