But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy

I Collect Church Collapses, Recreationally. Did You See The Recent One In Sicily? Marvelous! The Facade Fell On Sixty-five Grandmothers At A Special Mass. Was That Evil? If So, Who Did It? If He's Up There, He Just Loves It, Officer Starling. Typhoid And Swans - It All Comes From The Same Place.

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.

The Very Air Had Screams Smeared On It. He Flinched From The Noise In This Silent Room.

Did You Ever Think, Clarice, Why The Philistines Don't Understand You? It's Because You Are The Answer To Samson's Riddle. You Are The Honey In The Lion.

When You Feel Strain, Keep Your Mouth Shut If You Can.