But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows,… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“Don't think you can persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.” — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“He liked the Leedses. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. He thought the madman who visited them might have liked… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife. — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“[T]here is no consensus in the psychiatric community that Dr. Lecter should be termed a man. He has long been regarded by his professional… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“And then, the last words Raspail ever said: 'I wonder why my parents didn't kill me before I was old enough to fool them.'… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind. — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“She found Starling in the warm laundry room, dozing against the slow rump-rump of a washing machine in the smell of bleach and soap… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
He moves smoothly and slowly, carrying his concentration like a brimming cup. — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“The emperor counsels simplicity. First principles. Of each particular thing, ask: What is it in itself, in its own constitution? What is its causal… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
What do you look at while you’re making up your mind? Ours is not a reflective culture, we do no raise our eyes up… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“I have no plans to call on you, Clarice, the world being more interesting with you in it.” — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
