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  • #1
    Thomas  Harris
    “When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #2
    Thomas  Harris
    “Nothing made me happen. I happened.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #3
    Thomas  Harris
    “Silence can mock.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #4
    Thomas  Harris
    “God's creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #5
    Thomas  Harris
    “Problem-solving is hunting; it is savage pleasure and we are born to it.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #6
    Thomas  Harris
    “Over this odd world, this half the world that's dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #7
    Thomas  Harris
    “We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows, hospital corridors, rooms like this lounge with its cracked plastic sofa and Cinzano ashtrays, where the cafe curtains cover blank concrete. In rooms like this, with so little time, we prepare our gestures, get them by heart so we can do them when we're frightened in the face of Doom.”
    Thomas Harris, The Silence of the Lambs

  • #8
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “If you are under the impression you have already perfected yourself, you will never rise to the heights you are no doubt capable of.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day

  • #9
    Kazuo Ishiguro
    “What is the point of worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took? Surely it is enough that the likes of you and I at least try to make our small contribution count for something true and worthy. And if some of us are prepared to sacrifice much in life in order to pursue such aspirations, surely that in itself, whatever the outcome, cause for pride and contentment.”
    Kazuo Ishiguro, The Remains of the Day



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