Thomas Harris
Thomas Harris
Thomas Harrisis an American writer, best known for a series of suspense novels about his most famous character, Hannibal Lecter. All of his works have been made into films, the most notable being the multi-Oscar-winning The Silence of the Lambs, which became only the third film in Academy Award history to sweep the Oscars in major categories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth11 April 1940
CityJackson, TN
CountryUnited States of America
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth.It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.
Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown. Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning.
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.
Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter? Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her? I think so. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him?
Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.
He sees very clearly - he damn sure sees through me. It's hard to accept that someone can understand you without wishing you well. At Starling's age it hadn't happened to her much.
How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.
We can only learn so much and live.
Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
It's hard to have anything isn't it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.