The world is more interesting with you in it.
How do we first start to covet? We covet what we see every day.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness except greed.
You see a lot don‘t you doctor. Why don‘t you turn that high-powered perception at yourself and tell us what you see, or, maybe you‘re afraid to.
Jack Crawford is helping your career isn‘t he? Apparently he likes you and you like him too.
I went downstairs, outside. I crept up into the barn. I was so scared to look inside, but I had to.
I will listen now. After your father‘s murder, you were orphaned. You were ten years old. You went to live with cousins on a sheep and horse ranch in Montana. And…?
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 has 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‘s your father, dear? Is he a coal miner? does he stink of the lamb? 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.