You Cant Reduce Me To

I Found, And Find, The Scrutiny Of Dr. Lecter Uncomfortable, Intrusive, Like The Humming Of Your Thoughts When They X-ray Your Head.

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.

Because It's His Bad Luck To Be The Best.

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

Evil's Just Destructive? Then Storms Are Evil, If It's That Simple. And We Have Fire, And There There's Hail. Underwriters Lump It All Under 'acts Of God.