“[Will Graham] was an old hand at fear. He could manage this one. He simply was afraid, and he could go on anyway. He could see and hear better afraid; he could not speak as concisely, and fear sometimes made him rude. Here, there was nobody left to speak to, there was nobody to offend anymore. Madness came into this house through that door into this kitchen, moving on size-eleven feet. Sitting in the dark, he sensed madness like a bloodhound sniffs a shirt.”

Red Dragon by Thomas Harris (via empatheticinvestigator)