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
Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?" "Yes." Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. "Yes," she said. "I'll tell you." "Do you promise?""Yes.
The way, I think, to make that happen is for the (Oktoberfest) leadership team to invite groups and people into the planning. (They'd) open the door to people from those diverse backgrounds.
They say he's a sociopath because they don't know what else to call him. He has some of the characteristics of what they call a sociopath. He has no remorse or guilt at all. And he had the first and worst sign - sadism to animals as a child.
I would not have had that happen to you. Discourtesy is unspeakably ugly to me.
Let me tell you about my day. I get up at 8 o'clock in the morning. At 8:30 am, I leave the house and I arrive at my office at 8:37. I stay in the office until 2 o'clock in the afternoon. I get in my Porsche and I'm home at 2:03 because the one-way streets make it faster for me to drive. And between 8:36 am and 2 pm, I'm doing one of three things: I'm writing. I'm staring out the window. Or I'm writhing on the floor.
Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.
Spaces devoted to Hannibal Lecter’s earliest years differ from the other archives in being incomplete. Some are static scenes, fragmentary, like painted attic shards held together by blank plaster. Other rooms hold sound and motion, great snakes wrestling and heaving in the dark and lit in flashes. Pleas and screaming fill some places on the grounds where Hannibal himself cannot go. But the corridors do not echo screaming, and there is music if you like.
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...
Ready when you are Sergeant Pempbry.
God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.
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.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us.
There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named -- the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.