It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin.

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

Problem-solving Is Hunting; It Is Savage Pleasure And We Are Born To It.

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.

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.

Because It's His Bad Luck To Be The Best.