"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti." - Hannibal Lecter,
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Clarice: 'Did you do all these drawings, Doctor?') "Ah. That is the Duomo seen from the Belvedere. Do you know Florence? ('All that detail just from memory, sir?') Memory, Agent Starling, is what I have instead of a view." - Hannibal Lecter,
Silence of the Lambs"First principles, Clarice. Simplicity. Read Marcus Aurelius. Of each particular thing ask: what is it in itself? What is its nature? What does he do, this man you seek?" - Hannibal Lecter,
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on telephone) "I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner. Bye." - Hannibal Lecter,
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Clarice Starling: 'Where are you, Dr. Lecter?') "I've no plans to call on you, Clarice. The world is more interesting with you in it. " - Hannibal Lecter,
Silence of the Lambs"Now then, tell me. What did Miggs say to you? Multiple Miggs in the next cell. He hissed at you. What did he say? (Clarice: 'He said, 'I can smell your cunt.'') I see. I myself cannot. You use Evian skin cream, and sometimes you wear L'Air du Temps, but not today." - Hannibal Lecter,
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Clarice: 'If you didn't kill him, then who did, sir?') "Who can say. Best thing for him, really. His therapy was going nowhere." - Hannibal Lecter,
Silence of the Lambs"Why do you think he removes their skins, Agent Starling? Enthrall me with your acumen." - Hannibal Lecter,
Silence of the Lambs"You fly back to school, now, little Starling. Fly, fly, fly." - Hannibal Lecter,
Silence of the Lambs"You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Good nutrition's given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash, are you, Agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed; pure West Virginia. What is your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? Does he stink of the lamp? You know how quickly the boys found you...all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars...while you could only dream of getting out...getting anywhere...getting all the way to the FBI." - Hannibal Lecter,
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