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You must understand that when you are writing a novel you are not making anything up. It’s all there and you just have to find it.
*After Blake’s death, this poem was found with prints from the plates of Songs of Experience. It appears only in posthumous editions.
We typed him from semen and saliva. He’s a secretor.’
The increase in serotonin and free histamine levels in the gunshot wound indicated she had lived at least five minutes after she was shot. The histamine was much higher than the serotonin, so she had not lived more than fifteen minutes.
middle-of-the-litter
to gun it,’
To accelerate or speed up quickly or suddenly.
down to the short rows
When someone uses the phrase"down to the short rows" the sense is one of conclusion or getting near the end.
The Tattler has learned that Graham, former instructor in forensics at the F.B.I. Academy in Quantico, Va., was once confined to a mental institution for a period of four weeks
Dolarhyde bore screams as a sculptor bears dust from the beaten stone.
The character also appeared on a Mah-Jongg piece, the Asian scholars said. It marked the Red Dragon.
stuck in his craw.
Be unable to say something
‘What he has in addition is pure empathy and projection,’ Dr. Bloom said. ‘He can assume your point of view or mine – and maybe some other points of view that scare and sicken him. It’s an uncomfortable gift, Jack. Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.’
Fear comes with imagination, it’s a penalty, it’s the price of imagination.’
man could have insulted Francis Dolarhyde: he could not face the Dragon. It was all part of Becoming.
is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.’
He had known since the age of nine that essentially he was alone and that he would always be alone, a conclusion more common to the forties.
Now, in his forties, he was seized by a fantasy life with the brilliance and freshness and immediacy of childhood. It took him a step beyond Alone.
Strange man, Mr. Dolarhyde. There had been no awkward pause of sympathy and concern in his voice when she
turned on the lights. Maybe he already knew she was blind. Better yet, maybe he didn’t give a damn.
Graham was lonely and he knew why; funerals often make us want sex – it’s one in the eye for death.
“When you ASSUME you make an ASS out of U and ME both,” that’s what you told him, as I recall.’
We don’t invent our natures, Will; they’re issued to us along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. Why fight it?
Think about it, but don’t worry about it. Why shouldn’t it feel good? It must feel good to God – He does it all the time, and are we not made in His image?
Watch the papers. God always stays ahead.
But the next person to confront the Dragon did not have children or a pet, and there was no grace in his house. The next person to confront the Dragon was Francis Dolarhyde.
He was Becoming and the Dragon was his higher self. Their bodies, voices, wills were one.
He did not want to give Reba McClane to the Dragon. He thought about what the Dragon would do to him if he didn’t serve her up.
Behavioural Science called Bloom in the hospital about it.
You know what he said? Bloom said maybe he’s trying to stop.’
‘GIVE HER TO ME NOW.’
