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He viewed his own mentality as grotesque but useful, like a chair made of antlers. There was nothing he could do about it.
Rumpled and sun-blasted, Graham didn’t look like a federal investigator. Springfield thought he looked more like a house painter who had put on a suit to appear in court.
Graham appreciated the fact that Dr. Bloom had never displayed professional interest in him. That was not always the case with psychiatrists.
“You just came here to look at me. Just to get the old scent again, didn’t you? Why don’t you just smell yourself?”
Have you seen blood in the moonlight, Will? It appears quite black.
“Do you know how you caught me?” Graham was out of Lecter’s sight now, and he walked faster toward the far steel door. “The reason you caught me is that we’re just alike” was the last thing Graham heard as the steel door closed behind him.
Lecter was capable of understanding that blood and breath were only elements undergoing change to fuel his Radiance. Just as the source of light is burning.
He had the qualities of a good reporter—intelligence, guts, and the good eye. He had great energy and patience.
Against him were the fact that he was obnoxious and therefore disliked by news executives, and his inability to keep himself out of his stories.
Lounds was the longing need to be noticed that is often miscalled ego. Lounds was lumpy and ugly and small. He had buck teeth and his rat...
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He started as cancer editor at a salary nearly double what he had earned before. Management was impressed with his attitude. The Tattler could afford to pay him well because the paper found cancer very lucrative.
Dr. Bloom was surprised to see Graham put a comradely hand on Lounds’s shoulder just before Crawford clicked the shutter.
When she asked him what he wanted for dinner in the coming week, he had to say he’d be away, that he was going back to Birmingham. It was the first real lie he had ever told her and telling it made him feel as greasy as old currency.
This was Having a Conversation. He had to say something or leave.
Often Dolarhyde did not find out what he felt until he acted.
