Thomas Harris Quotes

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I expect most psychiatrists have a patient or two they'd like to refer to me.

Thomas Harris
We routinely leave our small children in day care among strangers. At the same time, in our guilt we evince paranoia about strangers and foster fear in children.

Thomas Harris
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 everyone does: flat on her back with a tube in her nose, wondering, "Is this all?

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I'll confess it is pleasant to look at you asleep. You're quite beautiful, Clarice.

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

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And your dinner for the orchestra officials." "Haven't you ever had people coming over and no time to shop? You have to make do with what's in the fridge, Clarice. May I call you Clarice?

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How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.

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I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.

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Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.

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Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...

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I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.

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When Will Graham could open his right eye, he saw the clock and knew where he was- an intensive-care unit. He knew to watch the clock. Its movement assured him that this was passing, would pass. That's what it was there for.

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It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

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Evil's just destructive? Then storms are evil, if it's that simple. And we have fire, and there there's hail. Underwriters lump it all under 'Acts of God.

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There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named — the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

Thomas Harris