There Is A Common Emotion We All

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.

Did You Ever Think, Clarice, Why The Philistines Don't Understand You? It's Because You Are The Answer To Samson's Riddle. You Are The Honey In The Lion.

And Your Dinner For The Orchestra Officials." "haven't You Ever Had People Coming Over And No Time To Shop? You Have To Make Do With What's In The Fridge, Clarice. May I Call You Clarice?

Let Me Tell You About My Day. I Get Up At 8 O'clock In The Morning. At 8:30 Am, I Leave The House And I Arrive At My Office At 8:37. I Stay In The Office Until 2 O'clock In The Afternoon. I Get In My Porsche And I'm Home At 2:03 Because The One-way Streets Make It Faster For Me To Drive. And Between 8:36 Am And 2 Pm, I'm Doing One Of Three Things: I'm Writing. I'm Staring Out The Window. Or I'm Writhing On The Floor.

Good-bye Clarice. Will You Let Me Know If Ever The Lambs Stop Screaming?" "yes." Pembry Was Taking Her Arm. It Was Go Or Fight Him. "yes," She Said. "i'll Tell You." "do You Promise?""yes.