Dr. Doemling, does he want to fuck her or kill her, or eat her, or what?' Mason asked, exhausting the possibilities he could see. 'Probably all three,' Dr. Doemling said.
Thomas HarrisOccasionally, on purpose, Dr. Lecter drops a teacup to shatter on the floor. He is satisfied when it does not gather itself together. For many months now, he has not seen Mischa in his dreams.
Someday perhaps a cup will come together. Or somewhere Starling may hear a crossbow string and come to some unwilled awakening, if indeed she even sleeps.
Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and there there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under 'Acts of God.
Thomas HarrisIt 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.
Thomas HarrisMots clés darkness marked murders cave fireflies purged
I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
Thomas HarrisMots clés ugly discourtesy
You'd better go now; I don't think Miggs could manage again so soon, even if he is crazy, do you?
Thomas HarrisFunerals often make us want sex—it’s one in the eye for death.
Thomas HarrisFear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
Thomas HarrisMots clés life
Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...
Thomas HarrisMots clés hannibal i-ship-it damnit-hannibal oh-god-i-ship-it-so-hard
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