Intense Fear Comes In Waves; The Body

Over This Odd World, This Half The World That's Dark Now, I Have To Hunt A Thing That Lives On Tears.

You Must Understand That When You Are Writing A Novel You Are Not Making Anything Up. It's All There And You Just Have To Find It.

Nothing Makes Us More Vulnerable Than Loneliness Except Greed.

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

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.