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… — 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