Being Smart Spoils A Lot Of Things,

One Can Only See What One Observes, And One Observes Only Things Which Are Already In The Mind.

The Advantage Of Beating A Mute Is He Can't Tell On You.

He Sees Very Clearly - He Damn Sure Sees Through Me. It's Hard To Accept That Someone Can Understand You Without Wishing You Well. At Starling's Age It Hadn't Happened To Her Much.

Spaces Devoted To Hannibal Lecter’s Earliest Years Differ From The Other Archives In Being Incomplete. Some Are Static Scenes, Fragmentary, Like Painted Attic Shards Held Together By Blank Plaster. Other Rooms Hold Sound And Motion, Great Snakes Wrestling And Heaving In The Dark And Lit In Flashes. Pleas And Screaming Fill Some Places On The Grounds Where Hannibal Himself Cannot Go. But The Corridors Do Not Echo Screaming, And There Is Music If You Like.

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?