[Will Graham]: I looked up at the night sky there. Orion above the horizon and, near it, Jupiter. I wondered if you could see it, too. I wondered if our stars were the same.
[Hannibal]: I believe some of our stars will always be the same. You ent...
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I'm not a violent dog, I don't know why I bite but I get up as less than human, somewhere between an object and a pet. I was told to stay put, don't make any noise, and don't fight back. And I didn't. But now, I will bite anyone who tries to love me gently because how could I be loved enough to rinse this filth from my soul? I don't think it's possible. I'm not a violent dog and yet I find myself resting my neck in the hands of strangers just for a crumb of attention. I let them mark me and cry when I feel empty inside because why am I just good for one night and not forever? I'm not a violent dog but I know I can bite.
— Isle of Dogs
Everything Bridger wants to say gets stuck in his throat and burns like somebody is pouring acid into his mouth. He has dreams – nightmares – of standing on the beach with the moonlight shining on him, the waves crashing at his feet, and he tries to scream, only he can't. His mouth is open wide but no sound comes out. The only time you can hear a scream is when he's finally able to pull himself out of the nightmare and he sits up from his bed, sweaty and hyperventilating.
