There Is No Murder. We

Lecter Is So Lucid, So Perceptive; He's Trained In Psychiatry... And He's A Mass Murderer.

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.

It's Hard... To Shake Off Something That's Already Under Your Skin.

There Is No Murder. We Make Murder, And It Matters Only To Us.

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