I Ate His Liver With

It Rubs The Lotion On Its Skin. It Does This Whenever It Is Told.

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.

I'll Confess It Is Pleasant To Look At You Asleep. You're Quite Beautiful, Clarice.

Before Me You Are A Slug In The Sun. You Are Privy To A Great Becoming And You Recognize Nothing. You Are An Ant In The After-birth.it Is In Your Nature To Do One Thing Correctly: Before Me You Rightly Tremble. Fear Is Not What You Owe Me, Lounds, You And The Other Pismires. You Owe Me Awe.

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.