Hannibal Lecter: And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.
Francis Dolarhyde: I am the Dragon. And you call me insane. You are privy to a great becoming, but you recognize nothing. To me, you are a slug in the sun. You are an ant in the afterbirth. It is your nature to do one thing correctly. Before me, you rightly tremble. But, fear is not what you owe me. YOU OWE ME AWE.
Hannibal Lecter: Remarkable boy. I do admire your courage. I think I'll eat your heart.
Dinner Guest: Hannibal, confess. What is this divine-looking amuse bouche?
Hannibal Lecter: If I tell you, I'm afraid you won't even try it.
Lloyd Bowman: What about sweating Lecter?
Will Graham: We tried sodium amytal on him three years ago to find where he buried a Princeton student; he gave them a recipe for dip.
Hannibal Lecter: [after he stabs Will] Shh. Don't move. You're in shock now. I don't want you to feel any pain. In a moment, you'll begin to feel light-headed, then drowsy. Don't resist, it's so gentle, like slipping into a warm bath. I regret it came to this, Will, but every game must have its ending.
Hannibal Lecter: I'll call you if I think of anything else, would you perhaps like to leave me your home phone number?
Will Graham: [to Reba] You Didn't Attract A Freak... You Attracted A *Man*... With A *Freak* On His Back There's nothing wrong with you... except your hair. Your hair is a train wreck.
Francis Dolarhyde: I am not a man. I began as one, but now I am becoming more than a man, as you will witness.
Hannibal Lecter: Tell me, Will. Did you enjoy it? Your first murder? Of course you did. And why shouldn't it feel good? It does to God. Why only last week in Texas, he dropped a church roof on the heads of 34 of his worshippers, just as they were groveling for him. He wouldn't begrudge you for one Journalist.
Hannibal Lecter: A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage. Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state... fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus's herd.
Jack Crawford: How much do you know?
Will Graham: Just what was in the Miami Herald and the Times. Two families killed a month apart in their homes... Birmingham and Atlanta. Circumstances were similar.
Jack Crawford: Not similar, the same.
Francis Dolarhyde: Open your eyes.
Freddy Lounds: No.
Francis Dolarhyde: Open them or I'll staple your eyelids to your forehead.
Reba McClane: If there's anything I hate worse than pity, it's fake pity. Especially from a walking hard-on like Ralph Mandy.
Francis Dolarhyde: I have no pity.
