It's Hard... To Shake Off Something That's

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.

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.

On A Related Subject, Signore Pazzi, I Must Confess To You: I'm Giving Serious Thought To Eating Your Wife.

A Census Taker Tried To Quantify Me Once. I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Big Amarone. Go Back To School, Little Starling.

One Can Only See What One Observes, And One Observes Only Things Which Are Already In The Mind.