260 Quotes by Thomas Harris

Pictures ... flashed on her in sudden color, too much color, shocking color, the color that leaps out of black when lightning strikes at night.

You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It's all there and you just have to find it.

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?

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.

You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.

Suicide was Bloom's mortal enemy.

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

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

He lives down in a ribcage in the dry leaves of a heart.