He Was Numb Except For Dreading The

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

Spaces Devoted To Hannibal Lecter’s Earliest Years Differ From The Other Archives In Being Incomplete. Some Are Static Scenes, Fragmentary, Like Painted Attic Shards Held Together By Blank Plaster. Other Rooms Hold Sound And Motion, Great Snakes Wrestling And Heaving In The Dark And Lit In Flashes. Pleas And Screaming Fill Some Places On The Grounds Where Hannibal Himself Cannot Go. But The Corridors Do Not Echo Screaming, And There Is Music If You Like.

Hannibal Lecter: We Live In A Primitive Time - Don't We, Will? - Neither Savage Nor Wise. Half Measures Are The Curse Of It. Any Rational Society Would Either Kill Me Or Give Me My Books.

Funerals Often Make Us Want Sex-it's One In The Eye For Death.

When Will Graham Could Open His Right Eye, He Saw The Clock And Knew Where He Was- An Intensive-care Unit. He Knew To Watch The Clock. Its Movement Assured Him That This Was Passing, Would Pass. That's What It Was There For.