I found, and find, the scrutiny of Dr. Lecter uncomfortable, intrusive, like the humming of your thoughts when they x-ray your head.

He moves smoothly and slowly, carrying his concentration like a brimming cup.

The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.

Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.

The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.

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

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.