You Know How Cats Do. They Hide

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.

It's Fear, Jack. The Man Deals With A Huge Amount Of Fear.' Because He Got Hurt?' No, Not Entirely. Fear Comes With Imagination, It's A Penalty, It's The Price Of Imagination.

One Quality In A Person Doesn't Rule Out Any Other Quality. They Can Exist Side By Side, Good And Terrible. Socrates Said It A Lot Better.

Shiloh Isn’t Haunted – Men Are Haunted. Shiloh Doesn’t Care.

I'm Giving Serious Thought Into Eating Yor Wife” - Hannibal Lecter