Quotes: Hannibal Lecture

"You'd like to quantify me, Officer Starling. You're so ambitious, aren't you? Do you know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. You're a well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste. Your eyes are like cheap birthstones - all surface shine when you stalk some little answer. And you're bright behind them, aren't you? Desperate not to be like your mother. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone, but you're not more than one generation out of the mines Officer Starling. Is it the West Virginia Starlings or the Okie Starlings, Officer? It was a toss-up between college and the opportunities in the Women's Army Corps, wasn't it? Let me tell you something specific about yourself, Student Starling. Back in your room, you have a string of gold add-a-beads and you feel an ugly little thump when you look at how tacky they are now, isn't that so? All those tedious thank-yous, permitting all that sincere fumbling, getting all sticky once for every bead. Tedious. Tedious. Bo-o-o-o-r-i-ing. Being smart spoils a lot of things, doesn't it? And taste isn't kind. When you think about this conversation, you'll remember the dumb animal hurt in his face when you got rid of him. If the add-a-beads got tacky, what else will as you go along? You wonder, don't you, at night?"
Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs (book)

Paul Krendler: We need [Buffalo Bill's] address. And a physical description.
Hannibal Lecter: Tell me, Senator: did you nurse Catherine yourself?
Senator Martin: What?
Hannibal Lecter: Did you breast feed her?
Senator Martin: (distressed) Yes. I did.
Hannibal Lecter: Toughened your nipples, didn't it? Amputate a man's leg and he can still feel it tickling... tell me, Ma'am: when your little girl is on the slab, where will it tickle you?
Hannibal Lecter, The Silence of the Lambs (film)

Jack Slash: Whatís holding you back? Youíre capable of so much, of changing the world, of destroying it, but youíre so very small, Amelia Claire Lavere... Imagine my surprise when I found out your relation to Marquis. In my last visit to Brockton Bay, I crossed paths with each of the major players. I met the man. I must tell you, Amelia, he was a very interesting character. Marquis was a man of honor. He decided on the rules he would play by and he stuck to them. He put his life and limb at risk to try to keep me from killing women and children, and I decided to see if I could use that to break him. I admit I failed... Youíre your fatherís daughter. Both of you are bound up in rules youíve imposed on yourselves. His rules defined his demeanor, the boundaries he worked within, the goals he sought to achieve and how he achieved them. They were his armor as much as his power was. I would guess your rules are your weakness. Rather than focus you, they leave you in free fall, nothing to grasp on to except your sister there, and we both know how that has turned out... you could be like us. It wouldnít even be very hard. Just let go of those rules of yours. Youíd get everything you ever wanted. Amelia, when I say you could have everything you ever wanted, Iím telling you that you could live free of guilt, of shame, you could have your sister by your side, no more doubts plaguing you, no more feeling down. Havenít you laid in bed at night, wondering, praying for a world where you could have something like that? Iím telling you that you can have those things, and I promise you that the transition from being who you are now to being who you could be would be much quicker than you suspect. Amelia, you could let yourself cut loose and love life for the first time since you were young.
Panacea: (defeated) Iíve never felt like that. Never felt carefree. Not since I could remember. Not even when I was a kid.
Jack Slash: I see. From your earliest memory, what was that? In Marquisís home? No? Being taken home by the heroes and heroines that would become your false family? Ah, I saw that change in expression. That would be your earliest memory, and you found yourself struggling to adjust to your new home, to school and life without your supervillain daddy. By the time you did figure those things out, you had other worries. I imagine your family was distant. So you struggled to please them, to be a good girl, not that it ever mattered. There was only disappointment... I know these sorts of things and what to look for because Iíve met others like you. Thatís what Iím offering you. A chance to be with similar people for the first time in your life, a chance to be yourself, to have everything you want, and to be with me. I suspect youíve never been around someone who actually paid attention to you... I imagine they were telling you ĎNo, you arenít. You can be good'?... But you didnít believe them, did you, Amelia? Youíve spent years telling yourself the opposite. Youíre a bad person, youíre destined to be bad, by circumstance and blood. And even though you didnít believe them, youíll believe me when I tell you no, you arenít a good person, but thatís okay. Isnít it unfair? Through no fault of your own, the blood in your veins is the blood of a criminal, and thatís affected how your family looks at you. Youíve been saddled with feelings that arenít your fault, and doomed to a life without color, enjoyment or pleasure. Donít you deserve to follow your passions? A decade and a half of doing what others want you to do, doing what society wants you to do, havenít you earned the right to do what you really desire, just this once? So Iíll offer you a deal. If you indulge yourself, weíll surrender. I wonít even make you do it now. Just look me in the eye, and honestly tell me youíll do it. Drop all of the rules youíve set yourself. I donít care what you do after, you can wipe your sisterís memories, you can kill yourself, you can run away or come with us. And your side wins... Three and a half words: ĎIíll do ití, and we leave the city.

Don't talk like one of them, you're not! Even if you'd like to be. To them, you're just a freak. Like me. They need you right now. When they don't, they'll cast you out. Like a leper. Y'see, their morals, their code: it's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. You'll see, I'll show you. When the chips are down, these, uh, "civilized people"? They'll eat each other. See, I'm not a monster. I'm just ahead of the curve.
The Joker to Batman, The Dark Knight

Why do they always talk so much?
Bruce, Batman Beyond

The Doctor: You want voices in the dark, then listen to mine. That thing is playing on very basic fears. Darkness, childhood nightmares, all that stuff.
Danny: But that's how the devil works!
The Doctor: Or a good psychologist.
Doctor Who, "The Satan Pit"

Odin: MY SON, why would you lurk in your transparent prison cell and torment your visitors with predatory mind games? Why would you do such a thing?