God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep

Life's Too Slippery For Books, Clarice; Anger Appears As Lust, Lupus Presents As Hives.

Allegra Pazzi: Dr. Fell, Do You Believe A Man Could Become So Obsessed With A Woman, From A Single Encounter? Hannibal Lecter: Could He Daily Feel A Stab Of Hunger For Her And Find Nourishment In The Very Sight Of Her? I Think So. But Would She See Through The Bars Of His Plight And Ache For Him?

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?

It's Hard To Have Anything Isn't It? Rare To Get It, Hard To Keep It. This Is A Damn Slippery Planet.

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