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Category: Thomas Harris

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

hannibal, heart, heartless, heartlessness, horror, human-nature, monster, murder, psychopath, psychopaths, serial-killer, soul, the-silence-of-the-lambs

I know what you’re afraid of. It’s not pain, or solitude. It’s indignity you can’t stand, Hannibal, you’re like a cat that way.

dignity, fear, hannibal-lecter, indignity

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.

hannibal, horror, mental-illness, psychiatry, psychology, schizophrenia, science, the-silence-of-the-lambs

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.

on-writing, writing

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, “Is this all?

end, faith, hard, justice, people

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

cats, death, hannibal

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

…the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few–the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

attraction, blind, dependency, enemy, friends

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.

hannibal, horror, mental-illness, psychiatry, psychology, schizophrenia, science, the-silence-of-the-lambs

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.

on-writing, writing

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, “Is this all?

end, faith, hard, justice, people