Character: Hannibal Lecter. Page 1

- And you would like to remember everything?
Yes.
- To remember - is not always good.
- I would like to remember everything.
- Then you need a memory Palace to all to keep it. Palace created in your brain.
And it should be a Palace?
- He will grow to be as big as a Palace.

- 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?

- 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.

- These drawings on the walls - you drew them, doctor?
- You think I called in a decorator?
- The one over the sink is a European city, right?
- This is Florence; there, the Palazzo Vicchio and the Duomo seen from the Belvedere.
- All the detail you drew from memory?
Memory, officer Starling, is what I have instead of Windows.

- So what are we having for dinner?
- Never ask, so as not to spoil the surprise, replied Dr. Lecter, bringing it to his lips index finger.

If you suddenly feel that your heart starts to tie the pain, remember that ovary that will soon bloom lush colors of relief.

If you hear words so true that they hurt you, remember the truth of these words is relative, transient and variable.

The food appeals to the senses of smell and taste - the most ancient of our senses, the centers of which are located in the depths of the brain. Perception of taste and smell preceded the emergence of a sense of pity, so pity have no place at my table. The game on the cortex of the brain hidden under the skull, is similar to the light which opens our eyes to the miracles depicted on the walls of the Cathedral and under its arches. These miracles might be more entertaining than a theatrical performance.

People notice what is already on his mind.

- Snails follow their nature, as those who eat it.
The fireflies don't live long.
- It is better to be by yourself for a moment, than to never be.
- Will Graham doesn't think so.
- The insect is no morality and remorse. Will, struggling with the inevitable change.
Almost anyone can be trained to resist the instincts of a herding dog doesn't eat the sheep.
But she wants...