Thomas Harris

He's blond, righthanded and really strong, wears a sizeeleven shoe. He can tie a bowline. The prints are all smooth gloves

A brown envelope was taped to the bottom of the drawer with masking tape: The flap was just tucked in,

Nothing happened to me, Officer Starling. I happened. You can’t reduce me to a set of influences. You’ve given up good and evil for behaviorism, Officer Starling. You’ve got everybody in moral dignity pants–nothing is ever anybody’s fault. Look at me, Officer Starling. Can you stand to say I’m evil? Am I evil, Officer Starling?”

Typhoid and swans– it all comes from the same place

For a few seconds she had felt an alien consciousness loose in her head, slapping things off the shelves like a bear in a camper.

“Well, Toto,” she said, “we’re not in Kansas anymore.”