Book: The silence of the lambs

Intimacy during sexual intercourse is not that other, as the proximity in time of battle.

I didn't want that to happen with you. I despise rudeness.
You may think that to commit murder is not being rude.

Is there enough in you to guide this insight into the depths of yourself? It's not easy. I found the answer literally in the last few minutes. What do you say? Look at yourself and write the truth. You're either flexible or you are mixed a lot of things. Or maybe you're just afraid of yourself?

With me nothing happened, agent Starling. I myself happened. You can't cross out my "I", considering I'm just a victim of different influences.

The girl needs new shoes. And my girl no shoes, no longer needed.

Do your thing quietly, not forget for a minute who is in front of you.

- He wants. Eager, by the way, be the same as you. It is his nature to covet. Clarice, how do we start to want something? We are looking for something to covet?
- No. We just...
- That's it! Exactly! We covet what we see every day. Didn't you feel the eyes of all counter? Random counter, Clarice? Do your eyes slide over the items that you come across?

I know what you're afraid of. Not pain, not loneliness. You can't handle the indignity, Hannibal, you're like a cat.

Dr. Lecter amused by his phenomenal memory for many years allows him to find their own entertainment, is wanted. Neither the fears nor the desire to do good does not hinder his thinking; so physics could not fetter the thinking of Milton. In my thinking it is free still.

- Do you have some way to cope with fear? asked Dr. Lecter.
- As far as I know - anything that would help. But the desire to reach a goal.
- Any memories or pictures arise in your brain in such cases, dependent or independent of your will?
Maybe. I never thought of that.

As philosophers know, that among themselves wondering
What kind of fire this world will burn
Isn't that the heat that day by day burns
Hitherto the incorruptible beauty of her cheeks?
I am sincerely sorry that Bella is sick, Jack.

- You're tough, aren't you, officer Starling?
- Not flint.
And you hate the idea that you're just like everyone else. It offends you. Of course! No, you're far from common, officer Starling. You are just afraid to be.

- Can you tell me in the face and say I'm evil? Am I evil, officer Starling?
- I think you're destruction. And that for me is one and the same.
Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if everything is so simple, and fire, and even grad to do the same. All that the agents of the insurance companies knocked in a heap under the heading "acts of God".
- Deliberate...
- I - for fun - collect the collapsed Church. Did you see the recent program about a Church in Sicily? Amazing! The façade of the temple collapsed during a specially commissioned mass and buried under a sixty-five grandmothers. It was evil? If so, who committed it? If He is there, He just loves it, officer Starling. Typhoid and swans - some handiwork.

Your moral child in waterproof pants, all clean. No one is innocent.