260 Quotes by Thomas Harris

He was alone because he was Unique.

There is a common emotion we all recognize and have not yet named – the happy anticipation of being able to feel contempt.

I’m doing one of three things: I’m writing. I’m staring out the window. Or I’m writhing on the floor.

The enemy inside Graham agreed with any accusation.

When I couldn’t speak I was not drawn into silence, silence captured me.

Hannibal had entered his heart’s long winter. He slept soundly and was not visited in dreams as humans are.

Often in intense conversation Graham took on the other person’s speech patterns.

It’s hard to have anything isn’t it? Rare to get it, hard to keep it. This is a damn slippery planet.

Graham climbed out a window onto the porch roof and sat on the gritty shingles. He hugged his knees, his damp shirt pressed cold across his back, and snorted the smell of slaughter out of his nose.