I'm Mr Boring, not a party-goer at all.
I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.
Gratitude’s got a short half-life, Clarice.
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.
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.
He sees very clearly - he damn sure sees through me. It's hard to accept that someone can understand you without wishing you well. At Starling's age it hadn't happened to her much.
We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.
I would like to see every newspaper and every magazine have a network of bureaus all over the world, gathering news.
Most social acts have to be understood in their setting, and lose meaning if isolated.
My impression is that most women public service workers have a long fuse. Precisely because they care so deeply about services, more than anyone, they still want to find a sensible and fair negotiated agreement. But their patience has run out.
The artist looks for a subject. You know, a lot of new poets don't seem to have a subject. I don't totally understand that.