When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn’t it?
It’s hard to have anything isn’t it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.
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.
She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.
Silence can mock.
Hello Clarice...
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he’s trained in psychiatry... and he’s a mass murderer.
Mischa, we take comfort in knowing there is no God. That you are not enslaved in Heaven, made to kiss God’s ass forever. What you have is better than Paradise. You have blessed oblivion. I miss you every day.
Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?” “Yes.” Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll tell you.” “Do you promise?“”Yes.