Hannibal’s never been great with boundaries.
Hands are how we touch the world. They’re tactile, sensual. Remove an arm and your patient will still feel phantom digits.
Forgiveness isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.
Every useful hoop our mind can jump through begins with a certain degree of attention.
Every family loves differently. Every love is unique.
Decisions are made of kneaded feelings. They’re more often a lump than a sum.
Covert treatment suffers secrecy and disapproval.
Colons lose their novelty when overused.
Cannot see what you will not see.
Belief comes with imagination.
All psychopaths are narcissists, they love to read about themselves.
You died in my kitchen, Alana, when you chose to be brave. Every moment since is borrowed. Your wife, your child, they belong to me. We made a bargain for Will’s life, and then I spun you gold.
