On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.
I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
We can only learn so much and live.
I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.
How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
It's fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.' Because he got hurt?' No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.