I'm Giving Serious Thought Into Eating Yor

It Occured To Starling How Much Roden Would Benefit From An Elbow Smash In The Hinge Of His Jaw.

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.

There Is A Common Emotion We All Recognize And Have Not Yet Named -- The Happy Anticipation Of Being Able To Feel Contempt.

Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

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.