Intense Fear Comes In Waves;

Allegra Pazzi: Dr. Fell, Do You Believe A Man Could Become So Obsessed With A Woman, From A Single Encounter? Hannibal Lecter: Could He Daily Feel A Stab Of Hunger For Her And Find Nourishment In The Very Sight Of Her? I Think So. But Would She See Through The Bars Of His Plight And Ache For Him?

A Census Taker Tried To Quantify Me Once. I Ate His Liver With Some Fava Beans And A Big Amarone. Go Back To School, Little Starling.

Problem-solving Is Hunting; It Is Savage Pleasure And We Are Born To It.

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.

We Rarely Get To Prepare Ourselves In Meadows Or On Graveled Walks; We Do It On Short Notice In Places Without Windows, Hospital Corridors, Rooms Like This Lounge With Its Cracked Plastic Sofa And Cinzano Ashtrays, Where The Cafe Curtains Cover Blank Concrete. In Rooms Like This, With So Little Time, We Prepare Our Gestures, Get Them By Heart So We Can Do Them When We're Frightened In The Face Of Doom.