These scenes deal with what happened before Hannibal Lecter was captured for the first time.
You may leave school, but it never leaves you.
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.
All humanity is one undivided and indivisible family. I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul.
For darkness restores what light cannot repair.
Dr. Thomas Fuller wrote: "With foxes, we must play the fox".
He [Professor Moriarty] is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organizer of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order.
The why of murder always fascinates me so much more than the how.
I'm for truth, no matter who tells it.
I'm for truth, no matter who tells it. I'm for justice, no matter who it's for or against.
It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.
It's a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all.
Violent predators are not like the rest of us. They kill for fun, for sport, for the sake of it. To compare them to animals is an insult to animals. To expect that we can rehabilitate them assumes a will to change.
I know indeed what evil I intend to do, but stronger than all my afterthoughts is my fury, fury that brings upon mortals the greatest evils.
Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by man shall his blood be shed.
Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.
All secrets become deep. All secrets become dark. That's in the nature of secrets.
For whoever meditates a crime is guilty of the deed. [Lat., Nam scelus intra se tacitum qui cogitat ullum, Facti crimen habet.]
When truth is buried, it grows. It chokes. It gathers such an explosive force that on the day it bursts out, it blows up everything with it.
For trust not him that hath once broken faith
Now what else is the whole life of mortals, but a sort of comedy in which the various actors, disguised by various costumes and masks, walk on and play each ones part until the manager walks them off the stage?
My first book was called 'Buried Dreams,' about a serial-killer, which was probably about ten years ahead of the serial-killer curve. It was a national bestseller, but it was three years of living in the sewer of this guy's mind.
He who meditates a crime secretly within himself has all the guilt of the act.
The artist can within limits make what he likes of his life... It is only the artist, and maybe the criminal, who can make his own.
Crime is a product of a distorted mind.
