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

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

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

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

Hello Clarice...

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