Gratitude’s Got A Short Half-life,

And Be Grateful. Our Scars Have The Power To Remind Us That The Past Was Real.

You Will Not Persuade Me With Appeals To My Intellectual Vanity.

You Would Think Such A Day Would Tremble To Begin . . .

But The Face On The Pillow, Rosy In The Firelight, Is Certainly That Of Clarice Starling, And She Sleeps Deeply, Sweetly, In The Silence Of The Lambs.

Did You Ever Think, Clarice, Why The Philistines Don't Understand You? It's Because You Are The Answer To Samson's Riddle. You Are The Honey In The Lion.