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"Ah yes, Dr. Chilton. Gruesome, isnt he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle."
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"Ah yes, Dr. Chilton. Gruesome, isnt he? Fumbles at your head like a freshman pulling at a panty girdle."
"Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state... fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus herd."
"Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think Ill eat your heart."
"Tell me, Will. Did you enjoy it? Your first murder? Of course you did. And why shouldnt it feel good? It does to God. Why, only last week in Texas, He dropped a whole church roof on the heads of 34 of His worshippers, just as they were groveling through a hymn. He wouldnt begrudge you one journalist."
"[Of Dolarhyde] When I read his journal, it was just so sad. I couldnt help feeling sorry for him. He wasnt born a monster; he was made one through years of abuse."
"Ralph Fiennes — Francis Dolarhyde"
"Mary-Louise Parker — Molly Graham"
"Anthony Heald — Dr. Frederick Chilton"
"Philip Seymour Hoffman — Freddy Lounds"
"Without our imaginations, wed be like all those other poor dullards. Fear is the price of our instrument. But I can help you bear it."
"[Continuing Dolarhydes "fan letter"] Investigator Graham interests me. Not your standard gumshoe, is he? More alert. Purposeful-looking. You shouldve taught him not to meddle. Forgive the stationary. I chose it because it will dissolve very quickly if you should have to swallow it. If I hear from you, next time, I might send you something wet. Until then, dear doctor, I remain your most avid fan."
"[in the final letter to Will] My dear Will, you must be healed by now... on the outside, at least. I hope youre not too ugly. What a collection of scars you have. Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful; our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real. We live in a primitive time, dont we, Will? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it; any rational society would either kill me or put me to some use. Do you dream much, Will? I think of you often. Your old friend, Hannibal Lecter."