Will: "I can feel my nerves clicking like, uh, roller coaster cogs, pulling up to the inevitable long plunge."
Hannibal: "Quick sounds, quickly ended."
Will: "Abigail Hobbs ended Nicholas Boyle. Like a burst balloon. She took a life."
Hannibal: "You've taken a life."
Will: "Yeah. Yeah, so have you."
Hannibal: "You're grieving, Will. Not for the life you have taken, but for the life that was taken from you. If Abigail could have started over, left the horror of her father behind, so could have you. You could untangle yourself from the madness and the murder."
Will: "We lied for her."
Hannibal: "We both know the unreality of taking a life. The people who die when we have no other choice, we know in those moments they are not flesh, but light, and air, and color."
Will: "Isn't that what it is to be alive?"
Hannibal: "Do you feel alive, Will?"
Will: "I... I feel like I'm fading."
Hannibal: "Have you experienced any further loss of time? Or hallucinations? I'd like you to draw a clock face. Numbered. Small hand indicating the hour, large hand the minute."
Will: "Why?"
Hannibal: "An exercise. I want you to focus on the present moment. The now. Often as you can, think of where you are, and when. Think of who you are."
Will: "Seven sixteen PM. I'm in Baltimore, Maryland. And my name is Will Graham."
Hannibal: "A simple reminder. The handle to reality for you to hold on to. And know you're alive."
Will: "I thought the reason you had me seeing. Dr. Lecter and not an FBI psychiatrist is so my mental well-being stays... unofficial."
Jack: "I just want to be careful with you. We don't want to break you here. Is that what's happening? Have I broken you?"
Will: "Do you have anyone that does this better unbroken than I do broken?"
Will: "I still have the... coppery smell of blood on my hands. I can't remember seeing the crime scene before I saw myself killing her."
Hannibal: "Those memories sank out of sight, yet you're aware of their absence."
Will: "There's a grandiosity to the violence that I imagined that feels more real than what I know is true."
Hannibal: "What do you know to be true?"
Will: "I know I didn't kill her. I couldn't have. But I remember cutting into her. I remember watching her die."
Hannibal: "You must overcome these delusions that are disguising your reality. What kind of savage delusions does this killer have?"
Will: "It wasn't savage. It was lonely. It was desperate. Sad. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I looked right through me, past me, as if I was a... was just a stranger."
Hannibal: "You have to honestly confront your limitations with what you do." [Will sighs.] "And how it affects you."
Will: "If by limitations you mean the difference between sanity and insanity, I don't accept that."
Hannibal: "What do you accept?"
Will: "I know what kind of crazy I am, and this isn't that kind of crazy. This could be... seizures. This could be a tumor. A... a blood clot."
Hannibal: "I can recommend a neurologist. But if it isn't physiological, then you have to accept what you're struggling with is mental illness."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "So, Will, these headaches. When did they begin in earnest?"
Will: "Two to three months ago."
Hannibal: "About the time Will went back into the field, which is when I met him."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "And the hallucinations?"
Will: "I can't really say when they started. Um... I just slowly became aware that I might not be dreaming."
Hannibal: "I could smell it."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "So your sense of smell has gone from calling out a nurse's perfume to diagnosing autoimmune disease."
Hannibal: "He started sleepwalking and I noticed a very specific scent."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "And what exactly does encephalitis smell like?"
Hannibal: "It has heat. A fevered sweetness."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "If you suspected, why didn't you say something?"
Hannibal: "Had to be sure."
Hannibal: "You knew from the moment you walked into his classroom that you were putting him in a potentially destructive environment."
Jack: "I had eight college girls dead in Minnesota. Will caught their killer for me."
Hannibal: "He also caught their killer's disease. He can't stop thinking about what it is to take a life."
Jack: "I'd rather he go a little mad than other innocents lose their lives, and I think he would feel the same way."
Hannibal: "Will is an innocent."
Jack [sighs]: "Yes. He is. I mean, Will is genuine. He'll survive anything I could put him through. He will always fight his way back to himself."
Hannibal: "Not always. So far. He saw a neurologist today. They found nothing wrong with him. He was very upset by that."
Jack: "You're saying he wanted something to be wrong?"
Hannibal: "I think he wanted an answer that wasn't mental illness."
Jack: "You think he's mentally ill?"
Hannibal: "The problem Will has is too many mirror neurons. Our heads are filled with them when we are children... supposed to help us socialize and then melt away. But Will held on to his, which makes knowing who he is a challenge. When you take him to a crime scene, Jack, the very air has screams smeared on it. In those places, he doesn't just reflect... he absorbs."
Beverly: "You're the subject of a lot of speculation at the bureau."
Will: "Oh, yeah? What are they speculating?"
Beverly: "That he pushed you right up to the edge, and now you're pushing yourself over."
Will: "This killer... can't accept her reality. I can occasionally identify with that. That said, I feel... relatively sane."
Will: "I feel like I'm seeing a ghost."
Hannibal: "Regarding this killer, or yourself?"
Will: "Both."
Hannibal: "Well, she's real. You know she's real. There's evidence. When you found her, your sanity did not leave you."
Will: "Time did."
Hannibal: "You lost time again? I spoke to Dr. Sutcliffe. We briefly discussed the particulars of your visit. Would you like to discuss them with me?"
Will: "There are no particulars. He didn't find anything wrong."
Hannibal: "Then we keep looking for answers. Perhaps you would permit me to run some tests of my own."
Will: "You wouldn't publish anything about me, would you, Dr. Lecter?"
Hannibal: "If there were ever anything that might be of therapeutic value to others, I'd abstract it in a form that would be totally unrecognizable."
Will: "Just do me a favor and publish it posthumously."
Hannibal: "After your death or mine?"
Will: "Whichever comes first." (...)
Will: "She couldn't see the victim's face. Or she was trying to uncover it. (...) So she... she reached out to someone she loved, someone she trusted. She felt betrayed, became violent."
Hannibal: "She can't trust anything or anyone she once knew to be trustworthy. Her mental illness won't let her."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "How did you get yours?"
Hannibal: "Are you referring to Will Graham?"
Dr. Sutcliffe: "We know you're fond of the rarified. What makes him so rare?"
Hannibal: "Will has a remarkably vivid imagination. Beautiful. Pure empathy. Nothing he can't understand, and that terrifies him."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "So you set his mind on fire."
Hannibal: "Imagination is an interesting accelerant for a fever."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "So... how far does this go? Do you put out the fire, or do you let him burn?"
Hannibal: "Will is my friend. We will put out the fire when it's necessary."
Dr. Sutcliffe: "He has asked for more tests."
Hannibal: "Now that we have confirmed what it is, it'll be easier to hide from him.
Hannibal: "I'm more concerned about Will."
Jack: "I thought you'd be more concerned about your colleague, Dr. Sutcliffe."
Hannibal: "I am grieving Dr. Sutcliffe, but Will is very much alive. He's still desperate for an explanation that can make everything right again."
