Nothing Made Me Happen. I Happened.

I Expect Most Psychiatrists Have A Patient Or Two They'd Like To Refer To Me.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

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

The Most Stable Elements, Clarice, Appear In The Middle Of The Periodic Table, Roughly Between Iron And Silver. Between Iron And Silver. I Think That Is Appropriate For You.

In The Vaults Of Our Hearts And Brains, Danger Waits. All The Chambers Are Not Lovely, Light And High. There Are Holes In The Floor Of The Mind, Like Those In A Medieval Dungeon Floor - The Stinking Oubliettes, Named For Forgetting, Bottle-shaped Cells In Solid Rock With The Trapdoor In The Top. Nothing Escapes From Them Quietly To Ease Us. A Quake, Some Betrayal By Our Safeguards, And Sparks Of Memory Fire The Noxious Gases - Things Trapped For Years Fly Free, Ready To Explode In Pain And Drive Us To Dangerous Behavior.