Character: Clarice Starling

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?

- 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.

- 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.

- 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.

You can't kill someone who is so mad that dares to tell the truth.

You know what's scary, Ardelia? It is terrible when someone tells you the truth.

I think that is very easy to take understanding for the sympathy - after all, we all want so badly to hear it. The ability to distinguish the former from the latter, apparently, is one of the hallmarks of growing up. Very painful and unnatural to think that someone reads in your soul, without feeling to you liking. It is equally disgusting to see the understanding only the weapons of a predator...

The first step in the development of taste is to learn to trust my own opinion.

... Death and danger does not have to be in dress uniform. They can be in the kiss of the beloved. Or on a Sunny day, near the fish market, to the sounds of "the Macarena", rushing out of the speakers of a radio.

The search for solutions is akin to hunting - after results, feel violent, wild fun. Such is the man.

Nothing makes a man as vulnerable as being alone. Is that greed...