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

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

He sees very clearly - he damn sure sees through me. It's hard to accept that someone can understand you without wishing you well. At Starling's age it hadn't happened to her much.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

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.

Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.

It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.