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Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.

I'm not sure you get wiser as you get older, Starling, but you do learn to dodge a certain amount of hell.

Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.

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.

God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

She didn't give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.

I expect most psychiatrists have a patient or two they'd like to refer to me.

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it's the smell of schizophrenia.

Solange du träumst, lebst du.

Das Töten ist ein dunkler Ort, von dem man nie mehr zurückkehrt. Das erste Mal macht etwas mit einem. Irgendwo tief in der Seele. Das erste Mal ist das schlimmste, doch mit jedem Tod wird der Seele eine weitere Wunde zugefügt. Und nach einer Weile ist nichts mehr übrig als vernarbtes Gewebe.

Überleben, existieren - nicht leben. Leben ist ein Wort für Leute, die sich tagtäglich auf die Suche nach Zerstreuung, Vergnügen und Annehmlichkeiten begeben.

Ich kenne diesen Ausdruck. Es ist das Gesicht eines Menschen, der etwas Schreckliches erlebt hat, das jenseits der normalen menschlichen Erfahrung liegt.

Power is much easier to acquire than it is to hold on to.

Scarlett ließ die Schultern hängen"ich brauche ihn, genauso wie er mich braucht. Aber das heißt noch lange nicht dass es Liebe ist."Winter sah auf den Boden."im Gegenteil, meine liebe Freundin. Genau das ist Liebe."

Memories, you see, hurt. The good ones most of all.

I kept hearing that "better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Another falsehood. Trust me, it is not better. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

Love your parents - while we are busy growing up, they are growing old.

A beating hurts for a little while. The shame of cowardice never leaves.

Before we go forward, we have to look back.

Perception is often more important than reality.

Some people, no matter how easy the path they are given on the walk of life, will find a way to mess it all up. Ray Levine was one of those people.

"She looks really happy."
"Everyone looks happy on Facebook."
"I know, right? What's up with that?"

You want people lined up, Will. You want the good guys on one side, the bad on the other. It doesn't work that way, does it? It is never that simple. Love, for example, leads to hate. I think that was what started it all. Primitive love.

And bad stays. Bad doesn't go away. You bury bad, it digs itself out. You throw bad in the middle of the ocean, it comes back at you like a tidal wave.

Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon!

The first sip of beer on a hot day is like that first finger-dip when you open a new jar of peanut butter.

Summer romances come to an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

"Terrific," Simon said. "The psychos are on my side."

You've made plenty of short stories long. But never, ever, have you made a long story short.

She dabbed her eye. A sarcastic rejoinder came to my lips, but I bit it back.

The world doesn't give even the slightest damn about us or our petty problems.

Trust is like that. You can break it for a good reason. But it still remains broken.

Feeding teenage boys was like filling a bathtub with a grapefruit spoon.

Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.

The cardinal rule: You never have to take back words you don't say.

The hunchback sees the hump of others - never his own.

We humans can't see straight. We are always biased. We always protect our own interests.

That's the problem with falling in love. It makes you start talking like a bad country song.

This was a place where tattoos outnumbered teeth.

Survival is the thing. The mind will twist to survive. Anything can become normal.

Here is the truth about tragedy: it's good for the soul.

Sex is for anyone; the aftermath is for lovers.

He didn't believe in karma, but then again there was no reason to poke karma in the ribs.

There are virtually no major life decisions you make that are not in some way based on your finances.

Those who believe that we are anything other than animals are blind. All humans are savages. The ones who are well fed are just lazier. They don't need to kill to get their food. So they dress up and find so-called loftier pursuits that make them believe that they are somehow above it all. Such nonsense. Savages are just hungrier. That was all. You do horrible things to survive. Anyone who believes that they are above that is delusional.

I ordered a cheeseburger and a beer from a waitress who looked as though she wanted to be in one of those want-to-get-away? commercials. She called me hon. I love when a waitress calls me hon.

Hope is cruel. Hope reminds me of what almost was. Hope makes the physical ache return.