[inhales deeply] I smell dogs and pine and oil beneath that shaving lotion. It's something a child would select, isn't it? Is there a child in your life, Will? I gave you a child, if you recall.
[to Hannibal] I know what you're afraid of. It's not pain or solitude, it's indignity. You're a little bit like a cat that way. I'll take your books. I'll take your drawings. I'll take your toilet. You'll have nothing but indignity and the company of the dead.
I didn't feel any sympathy from you. I like that. Sympathy feels like spit in my face, and I don't do self-pity. May I touch your face? I just want to know if you're smiling or frowning.
[She reaches for Francis' face, but he grabs her wrist]
Dr. Lecter, as an avid fan I wanted to tell you that I am delighted you have taken an interest in me. I don't believe you would tell them who I am, even if you knew. The important thing is what I am becoming, and you, you alone, would understand that.
I want to sit before you as the Dragon sat before 666 in Revelation. I have things I would love to show you. Someday, if circumstances permit, I would like to meet you and watch you meld with the strength of the Dragon.
Poor Dr. Du Maurier. Swallowed whole, suffering inside Hannibal Lecter's bowels for what must have felt like an eternity. You didn't lose yourself, Bedelia, you just crawled so far up his ass you couldn't be bothered.
Extreme acts of cruelty require a high level of empathy. The next time you have an instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. It will save you a great deal of trouble.
No. But I think I have an opportunity to understand, and then my readers could understand too. But I must tell you that I am scared. Man to man, I am scared, and it is very hard to concentrate when you are scared. If you have a great idea, you do not need to scare me to impress me.
"Man to man." You use that expression to imply frankness. But I am not a man. I have become... Other. Do you think God is in attendance here? Are you praying to him now?
[to Chilton] I am the Dragon, and you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. Before me, you are a slug in the sun. It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: Before me, you tremble. Fear is not what you owe me. You owe me awe!
