Thomas Harris
Thomas Harris
Thomas Harrisis an American writer, best known for a series of suspense novels about his most famous character, Hannibal Lecter. All of his works have been made into films, the most notable being the multi-Oscar-winning The Silence of the Lambs, which became only the third film in Academy Award history to sweep the Oscars in major categories...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth11 April 1940
CityJackson, TN
CountryUnited States of America
The way, I think, to make that happen is for the (Oktoberfest) leadership team to invite groups and people into the planning. (They'd) open the door to people from those diverse backgrounds.
The tragedy is not to die, but to be wasted.
When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.
I collect church collapses, recreationally. Did you see the recent one in Sicily? Marvelous! The facade fell on sixty-five grandmothers at a special mass. Was that evil? If so, who did it? If he's up there, he just loves it, Officer Starling. Typhoid and swans - it all comes from the same place.
Nothing made me happen. I happened.
Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it?
One can only see what one observes, and one observes only things which are already in the mind.
Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth.It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.
It occurred to Dr. Lecter in the moment that with all his knowledge and intrusion, he could never entirely predict her, or own her at all. He could feed the caterpillar, he could whisper through the chrysalis; what hatched out followed its own nature and was beyond him. He wondered if she had the .45 on her leg beneath the gown. Clarice Starling smiled at him then, the cabochons caught the firelight and the monster was lost in self-congratulation at his own exquisite taste and cunning.
Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.
Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.
You know how cats do. They hide to die. Dogs come home.
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
The worm that destroys you is the temptation to agree with your critics, to get their approval.