“But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.”

“Rosie: What the hell was that silence?
Steph: It sounds like something I’d like. It sounded nice.
Rosie: It was.”

“Good-bye Clarice. Will you let me know if ever the lambs stop screaming?" "Yes." Pembry was taking her arm. It was go or fight him. "Yes," she said. "I'll tell you." "Do you promise?""Yes.”

“Have you seen "The Silence of the Lambs"? What were the lambs doing? They were keeping silent. I wish you doing it as well.”

“Well, you certainly are the most wonderfully woolly baa-lamb that ever stepped.”

“Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace!
Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,
While the stars burn, the moons increase,
And the great ages onward roll.”

“At dawn she lay with her profile at that angle
Which, when she sleeps, seems the carved face of an angel.”

“I've always liked, someday the lamb will lay by the lion…. but it won't get much sleep.”

“If I were running my business, I'd fire Rosie, I mean, I'd look her right in that fat ugly face of hers and say, "Rosie, you're fired."”

“I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.”