Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you.
But I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.
Ta-ta,
“H.”
Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you.
But I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.
Ta-ta,
“H.”
You must be healed by now… on the outside at least, I hope you’re not too ugly. What a collection of scars you have. Never forget who gave you the best of them, and be grateful, our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
We live in a primitive time, don’t we, Will ? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures of the curse of it, any rational society will either kill me or put me to some use.
Do you dream much, Will ? I think of you often.
Your old friend,
Hannibal Lector.
Over this odd world, this half the world that’s dark now, I have to hunt a thing that lives on tears
Allegra Pazzi : Dr. Fell, do you believe a man could become so obsessed with a woman, from a single encounter ??
Hannibal Lecter : Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her and find nourishment in the very sight of her ?? I think so.. But would she see through the bars of his plight and ache for him ??