Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life, Clarice.

Problem-solving Is Hunting; It Is Savage Pleasure And We Are Born To It.

Fear Comes With Imagination, It’s A Penalty, It’s The Price Of Imagination.

… It Is Not Healing To See Your Childhood Home, But It Helps You Measure Whether You Are Broken, And How And Why, Assuming You Want To Know.

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.

I Found, And Find, The Scrutiny Of Dr. Lecter Uncomfortable, Intrusive, Like The Humming Of Your Thoughts When They X-ray Your Head.