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

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.

In The Vaults Of Our Hearts And Brains, Danger Waits. All The Chambers Are Not Lovely, Light And High. There Are Holes In The Floor Of The Mind, Like Those In A Medieval Dungeon Floor - The Stinking Oubliettes, Named For Forgetting, Bottle-shaped Cells In Solid Rock With The Trapdoor In The Top. Nothing Escapes From Them Quietly To Ease Us. A Quake, Some Betrayal By Our Safeguards, And Sparks Of Memory Fire The Noxious Gases - Things Trapped For Years Fly Free, Ready To Explode In Pain And Drive Us To Dangerous Behavior.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Nice Chianti

There Is No Murder. We Make Murder, And It Matters Only To Us.