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When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
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murder
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Nothing made me happen. I happened.
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I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti
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gourmand
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The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
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094c38e
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Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?
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It's fear, Jack. The man deals with a huge amount of fear.' Because he got hurt?' No, not entirely. Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.
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It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.
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I think it's easy to mistake understanding for empathy - we want empathy so badly. Maybe learning to make that distinction is part of growing up. It's hard and ugly to know somebody can understand you without even liking you.
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She didn't give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.
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Are you looking for sympathy? You'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis
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I collect church collapses, recreationally. Did you see the recent one in Sicily? Marvelous! The facade fell on sixty-five grandmothers at a special mass. Was that evil? If so, who did it? If he's up there, he just loves it, Officer Starling. Typhoid and swans - it all comes from the same place.
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82ec7b5
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Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.
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Silence can mock.
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Fear comes with imagination, it's a penalty, it's the price of imagination.
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We live in a primitive time--don't we, Will?--neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.
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I'm not sure you get wiser as you get older, Starling, but you do learn to dodge a certain amount of hell.
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Thomas Harris |
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We can only learn so much and live.
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Thomas Harris |
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The worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.
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If I saw you everyday forever, I would remember this time.
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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 trappe..
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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.
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writing
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He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.
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murder
heart
psychopath
the-silence-of-the-lambs
heartlessness
heartless
serial-killer
psychopaths
monster
human-nature
horror
soul
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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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Thomas Harris |
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Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
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Thomas Harris |
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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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God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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sleep
murder
humanity
darkness
god
god-s-creation
hannibal
never-ending
psychopath
the-silence-of-the-lambs
doomed
cycle
doom
serial-killer
serial-killers
crying
punishment
prison
insanity
horror
mental-illness
hell
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