The Worm That Destroys You Is The

You Know How Cats Do. They Hide To Die. Dogs Come Home.

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

I Would Not Have Had That Happen To You. Discourtesy Is Unspeakably Ugly To Me.

It's Fear, Jack. The Man Deals With A Huge Amount Of Fear.' Because He Got Hurt?' No, Not Entirely. Fear Comes With Imagination, It's A Penalty, It's The Price Of Imagination.

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.