Quotes from Thomas Harris

Too many was too many, but way too many was just right.

Mrs. Leeds was lovely, wasn't she? You turned on the light after you cut his throat so Mrs. Leeds could watch him flop, didn't you? It was maddening to have to wear gloves when you touched her, wasn't it?

A paperback book was wrapped around Barney's massive index finger as he held his place.

y empezaba a sentir añoranza por el mundo de antaño; como un ancla en un mar con mal tiempo.

Springfield in 1938 was not a center for plastic surgery. In Springfield, you wore your face as it was.

time who was committing the crimes. I pushed to find out, to see what came before and what came after. I went through the home, the crime scene, in the dark with Will and could see no more and no less than he could see. Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house

Clarice sabía lo que suele ocurrirle a una mujer si deja que se le cuelgue la etiqueta de secretaria: de secretaria se queda por los siglos de los siglos.

He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers. There was nothing he could do about it.

Al examinar nuevamente la cara, pensó que había aprendido algo que le serviría toda la vida. Contemplar deliberadamente esa cara, cuya lengua cambiaba de color en el punto en que rozaba el vidrio, no era tan horrendo como soñar con Miggs engulléndose la suya. Pensó que se sentía capaz de mirar cualquier cosa, siempre y cuando tuviese algo positivo que hacer respecto de lo que miraba. Starling era joven.

This was a holiday and killing Grentz was preferable to skiing. The

Are you looking for sympathy? You'll find it in the dictionary between shit and syphilis.

Mischa, we take comfort in knowing there is no God. That you are not enslaved in a Heaven, made to kiss God's ass forever. What you have is better than Paradise. You have blessed oblivion. I miss you every day.

We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the café curtains cover blank concrete.

You may have noticed in the paper yesterday, God dropped a church roof on thirty-four of His worshipers in Texas Wednesday night—just as they were groveling through a hymn. Don't you think that felt good?

He had had enough of the wide-eyed dead.

BARNEY HAD never been in the barn before.

The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room full of dark stains drying.

When you show the odd flash of contextual intelligence, I forget your generation can't read, Clarice. -- Hannibal Lecter

A long time ago John Brigham had asked her something and she said no. And then he asked her if they could be friends, and meant it, and she said yes, and meant it.

You've met Molly?" "Yeah. She's great, I like her. She'd be glad to see me in hell with my back broken, of course.

It's oh-two hundred Zulu all over the world, my friend," Kabakov said. "We never close.

pig is not like other animals. There is a spark of intelligence and a terrible practicality in pigs.

You're his friend, Jack. Why can't you leave him alone? 'Because it's his bad luck to be the best. Because he doesn't think like other people. Somehow he never got in a rut.

Crawford saw that in this place Starling was heir to the granny women, to the wise women, the herb healers, the stalwart country women who have always done the needful, who keep the watch and, when the watch is over, wash and dress the country dead.