Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.
Thomas HarrisStichwörter: chilton hannibal-lecter
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.
Thomas HarrisStichwörter: doctor cannibalism hannibal-lecter psychologist
People don't always tell you what they are thinking. They just see to it that you don't advance in life.
Anthony HopkinsStichwörter: humanism hannibal-lecter
We live in a primitive time—don’t we, Will?—neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.
Thomas HarrisStichwörter: hannibal-lecter
Graham had a lot of trouble with taste. Often his thoughts were not tasty. There were no effective partitions in his mind. What he saw and learned touched everything else he knew. Some of the combinations were hard to live with. But he could not anticipate them, could not block and repress. His learned values of decency and propriety tagged along, shocked at his associations, appalled at his dreams; sorry that in the bone arena of his skull there were no forts for what he loved. His associations came at the speed of light. His value judgments were at the pace of a responsive reading. They could never keep up and direct his thinking. He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers. There was nothing he could do about it.
Thomas HarrisStichwörter: hannibal-lecter will-graham
What he has in addition is pure empathy and projection,” Dr. Bloom said. “He can assume your point of view, or mine – and maybe some other points of view that scare and sicken him. It’s an uncomfortable gift, Jack. Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.
Thomas HarrisStichwörter: hannibal-lecter will-graham alan-bloom
This thing, what is it in itself, in its own constitution? What is its substance and material?
Marcus AureliusStichwörter: hannibal-lecter meditations
It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown.
Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning.
Stichwörter: hannibal-lecter clarice-starling
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