“Occasionally, I drop a teacup to shatter on the floor on purpose. I’m not satisfied when it doesn’t gather itself up again.”

This line always makes me think of Hannibal as having multiple personalities. Not dissociative in the traditional sense, yet still at the mercy of his subconscious triggers. It makes him sound almost a third party to the teacup shattering, as if he had no idea why he actually does that.