260 Quotes by Thomas Harris

Suicide was Bloom’s mortal enemy.

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.

Since the partial answer to his prayer, Hannibal Lecter had not been bothered by any considerations of deity, other than to recognize how his own modest predation paled beside those of God, who is in irony matchless and in wanton malice beyond measure.

He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers.

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.

Crawford began to underline. “If you assume when I send you on a job, Starling, you can make an ass out of u and me both.

Dolarhyde bore screams as a sculptor bears dust from the beaten stone.

It’s oh-two hundred Zulu all over the world, my friend,” Kabakov said. “We never close.

Good,” Mapp said. “That’s very good. Eat some crabs. Grab Pilcher and smooch him on his face, go wild.