This thing, what is it in itself, in its own constitution? What is its substance and material?

A census taker tried to quantify me once. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a big Amarone. Go back to school, little Starling.

En este extraño mundo, esta mitad del mundo que ahora está a oscuras, tengo que perseguir a un ser que se alimenta de lágrimas

that there had to be a place in the world for Mischa, a prime place vacated for her, and I came to think, Clarice, that the best place in the world was yours.

The mirrors in your mind can reflect the best of yourself, not the worst of someone else.

Like a prisoner who dreams that he is free, starts to
suspect that it is merely a dream, and wants to go on
dreaming rather than waking up, so I am content to
slide back into my old opinions; I fear being shaken out
of them because I am afraid that my peaceful sleep may
be followed by hard labour when I wake, and that I
shall have to struggle not in the light but in the
imprisoning darkness of the problems I have raised.