When The Fox Hears The Rabbit Scream

Because It's His Bad Luck To Be The Best.

God's Creatures Who Cried Themselves To Sleep Stirred To Cry Again.

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.

Evil's Just Destructive? Then Storms Are Evil, If It's That Simple. And We Have Fire, And There There's Hail. Underwriters Lump It All Under 'acts Of God.

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.