He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.

In making friends, she was wary of people who foster dependency and feed on it. She had been involved with a few–the blind attract them, and they are the enemy.

He came back to the car, long legs lifting high in the snow, and there was snow in his hair and on his eyelashes and I remembered that I love him. It felt like something...

Hello Clarice…

It would be so nice to be wanted by someone with the courage to get his hat or stay as he damn pleased, and who gave her credit for the same. Someone who didn’t worry...

I’m giving serious thought into eating yor wife” – Hannibal Lecter

You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It’s all there and you just have to find it.

The advantage of beating a mute is he can’t tell on you.

Pictures … flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

It was as though committing murders had purged him of lesser rudeness. Or perhaps, Starling thought, it excited him to see her marked in this particular way. She couldn’t tell. The sparks in his eyes...

In her way, she was a hard one. Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night light; she knew of that. Whatever she did, she would end the same way with...

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin’, but not to help.

He liked the Leedses. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. He thought the madman who visited them might have liked them too. But the madman would like them better the way...

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

…the man to love rarely coincides with the hour of loving.

Show Dr. Princi your teeth. That’s right, let’s see ’em all. Christ, Sparks, is that your tongue or are you swallowing a squirrel? Keep moving –

She didn’t give a damn about some of them, but she had grown to learn that inattention can be a stratagem to avoid pain, and that it is often misread as shallowness and indifference.

Orion is above the horizon now, and near it Jupiter, brighter than it will ever be … But i expect you can see it too. Some of our stars are the same.

Can you smell his sweat? That peculiar goatish odor is trans-3-methyl-2 hexenoic acid. Remember it, it’s the smell of schizophrenia.

Writing novels is the hardest thing I’ve ever done, including digging irrigation ditches.