Thomas Harris Quotes
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What does he do, Clarice? What is the first and principal thing he does, what need does he serve by killing? He covets. How do we begin to covet? We begin by coveting what we see every day.
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Funerals often make us want sex-it's one in the eye for death.
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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?
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God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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On a related subject, Signore Pazzi, I must confess to you: I'm giving serious thought to eating your wife.
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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.
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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.
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Intense fear comes in waves; the body can't stand it for long at a time.
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The most stable elements, Clarice, appear in the middle of the periodic table, roughly between iron and silver. Between iron and silver. I think that is appropriate for you.
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You will not persuade me with appeals to my intellectual vanity.
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Ready when you are, Sergeant Pempbry.
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When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.
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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 to the hills. Most of the time we decide the critical things while looking at the linoleum floor of an institutional corridor, or whispering hurriedly in a waiting room with a television blatting nonsense.
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I expect most psychiatrists have a patient or two they'd like to refer to me.
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He moves smoothly and slowly, carrying his concentration like a brimming cup.
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You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
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There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
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I love myself that much and I will never apologize to you.
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I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.
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Whenever feasible, one should always try to eat the rude.