The Tragedy Is Not To Die, But

Nothing Makes Us More Vulnerable Than Loneliness Except Greed.

Lecter Is So Lucid, So Perceptive; He's Trained In Psychiatry... And He's A Mass Murderer.

He Was Numb Except For Dreading The Loss Of Numbness.

Whenever Feasible, One Should Always Try To Eat The Rude.

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.