



“Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house looked like a boat at sea, and all around me the vast Delta night.“ - Thomas Harris, Forward to a Fatal Interview (x)
You should have let me plant her. You would have found her in a field where she could finally reach back.
I wanted to understand you before I laid eyes on you again. I needed it to be clear what I was seeing.