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“I’ve come for your books. All your books.” “I see. May I ask how long you intend to keep them?” “That depends on your attitude.” “Is this your decision?” “I decide the punitive measures here.” “Of course you do. It’s not the sort of thing Will Graham would request.”
LOL
It seemed to Graham that he had learned nothing in forty years: He had just gotten tired.
They shut the door when she screamed. Then they gave her a shot. On the fifth day she left the hospital alone.
and then to Morgan Lee Memorial Orphanage.
it's always the orphanage...
She smiled with pleasure when she saw his face. That had never happened before. No one would ever do it again.
:(
He waited through the routine of the days that followed, remembering many times a day in a rush of freezing dread. He would never cease from waiting.
Now, in public, she could never be sure that she was not watched.
Faith in any sort of natural justice was nothing but a night-light; she knew that.
Xx
Really, didn’t you feel so bad because killing him felt so good? 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?
Always the new boy at school, always the stranger.
Dolarhyde wore no mask.
The Dragon’s voice was strong and clear. He said the /s/ without effort.
penlight.
Behavioral Science called Bloom in the hospital about it. You know what he said? Bloom said maybe he’s trying to stop.”
He had taken a great risk, and the prize he brought back was the power to choose.
No, Graham just knew he had a van. Graham knew because he knew. Graham knew. Graham knew. The son of a bitch was a monster.
“Oh, Reba, I can’t stand to watch you burn.”
expensive mauve stationery that he had seen before. Crawford hated this. He had to do it.
I wish you a speedy convalescence and hope you won’t be very ugly. I think of you often. Hannibal Lecter
LMAOOOOO
He talked fast as she pulled him by the coat sleeve to the door.
LOLLLL
Graham drew a question mark, then scratched it out and wrote “sure.”
He had thought Shiloh haunted, its beauty sinister like flags. Now, drifting between memory and narcotic sleep, he saw that Shiloh was not sinister; it was indifferent. Beautiful Shiloh could witness anything. Its unforgivable beauty simply underscored the indifference of nature, the Green Machine. The loveliness of Shiloh mocked our plight.
There is no murder. We make murder, and it matters only to us. Graham knew too well that he contained all the elements to make murder; perhaps mercy too.
He wondered if, in the great body of humankind, in the minds of men set on civilization, the vicious urges we control in ourselves and the dark instinctive knowledge of those urges function like the crippled virus the body arms against. He wondered if old, awful urges are the virus that makes vaccine.
