"You admire Wilson because he's close to House, and you don't know how he's managed it. He's the closest thing that House has ever had to a friend. Wilson knows things that nobody else does. Somewhere in you, you find that irritating."
He could see her questioning herself. He hoped that she went home and thought on these ideas a very long time.
"In case you're curious, he remarked in your case file that you're loyal, and hard working. You're dedicated to your work and your patients, perhaps a little too much for his liking, but that's personal opinion, isn't it? I'm sure that your patients really like it that you're so attentive. Generally people hope to be helped when they come into the hospital. Especially into a ward such as this. He says you are quite moral. Unwaveringly. But I personally find that people without the weight of God on their shoulders generally are the most honest and moral. They aren't deluding themselves about some magical invisible force that apparently gives a damn if you think your neighbor's wife is attractive."
Hannibal very clearly didn't think much of the concept of God. "Worry not. You're in good company for that. I'd much rather relish the idea that there's nothing after life except an empty and blissful nothing. The concept that we all float up to cloudy kingdoms to further serve a self righteous asshole isn't very appealing, is it?"