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

— Thomas Harris

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

— Thomas Harris

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 breaking with a little pain and spilling warm.

— Thomas Harris

He liked the Leeds. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. Furthermore, he thought the madman who visited them might have liked them too. But the madman would like them better the way they were now.

— Thomas Harris

He lives down in a rib cage in the dry leaves of a heart.

— Thomas Harris

I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain, or solitude. It's indignity you can't stand, Hannibal, you're like a cat that way.

— Thomas Harris

I'm giving serious thought into eating for wife” - Hannibal Lecter

— 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?

— Thomas Harris

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.

— Thomas Harris

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 flew into his darkness like fireflies down a cave.

— Thomas Harris