Thomas Harris

“I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain, or solitude. It's indignity you can't stand, Hannibal, you're like a cat that way.”

“In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?”

“In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few--the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.”

“You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.”

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

“When I couldn't speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.”

“The advantage of beating a mute is he can't tell on you.”

“Problem solving is hunting. It is savage pleasure and we are born to it.”

“Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.”

“You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.”

“Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.”

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

“It was as though committing murders had purged him of lesser rudeness. Or perhaps, Starling thought, it excited him to see her marked in this particular way. She couldn't tell. The sparks in his eyes flew into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.”

“I'm giving serious thought into eating yor wife” - Hannibal Lecter”

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

“...the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving.”