When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
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.
