Memories are reality’s ghosts

How much would it be? I mean, how much do you charge?

She stood in the snow, effervescent, all pale skin and blonde hair, clad in white and bathed in moonlight. She should have looked angelic, instead she looked like a corpse, freshly raised from the grave,...

The flame of the inn is dim tonight,Too many vacant chairs.The sun has lost too much of its light,Too many songs have taken flight,Too many ghosts on the stairs.Charon, here’s to you as man against...

I think ghosts think I think they taste like cheese. I also think ghosts think I love cheese more than any other food. That’s why I’ve never seen a ghost. They’re afraid of me, afraid...

How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin’s for me as I did for her. I’m dead, for goodness sakes....

The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.

—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

Lockwood gave a sudden exclamation; when I looked at him, his eyes were shining. ‘On second thoughts, we can scrap my last suggestion,’ he said. ‘Stuff the mingling. Who wants to do that? Boring. George...

This house has enough nooks and crannies for English muffins.

You fuck – you ate my cat!

I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves.I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house:18...

Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha?She had shaken her head slowly.Men and women who can’t get over their past . . . That’s what ghosts are.

Yet, despite all, it is a difficult thing to admit the existence of ghosts in a coldly factual world. One’s very instincts rebel at the admission of such maddening possibility. For, once the initial step...

He was the one guy that anyone could and would come to if they had a question. And also the one guy that if he said something in front of a group everyone would listen....

The ignorant frighten children with ghosts, and the better educated assure them there is no such thing. Our understanding may believe the latter, but our instincts believe the former; so that, out of this education,...

It’s this place. Whatever darkness came to the island, it’s here to stay. Stick around long enough and it gets inside your skin, into your cells, like an infection.

Dear Miranda Silver,This house is bigger than you know! There are extra floors, with lots of people in them. They are looking people. They look at you, and they never move. We do not like...

It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along...

N-no doubt.” I smirked again.

After breakfast the host takes the young man into a corner, and explains to him that what he saw was the ghost of a lady who had been murdered in that very bed, or who...

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn

No, little one, George’s ghost won’t come back. Human beings don’t have souls. No soul, no ghost. Simple.””How can you say that?” protested Mopple. “We don’t know whether humans have souls or not.””Every lamb knows...

Jim said he believed it was spirits, but I says: no, spirits wouldn’t say “dern the dern fog”.

The Goddess spoke to all the dead. She was beloved for it. It seemed she passed on that gift to you. Oh, it taxed her immensely, but she tried to set as many to rest...

ghost” of a motor vehicle? A public conveyance, presumably, which didn’t head towards the light, move on to join the choir invisible in… bus heaven, the great terminus in the sky, where all good buses...

For a more than miffed Midnight, fate was for emperors, fools and soppy lovers: – fate was the self-important egotism of those doing well, the sheer unbearable arrogance of the living and loved.

Ghosts are not what I remember of my childhood; but somehow they infuse memories of myself as a child, the little girl in a storybook, with ghosts hovering around her.

She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.

Modernity kills ghostly romance(“The Undying Thing”)

Before they knew it, Ormsby Island would become a paranormal attraction like Waverly Hills or Houghton Mansion or the Whaley House. The place would be crawling with people anxious to catch a ghost on camera...

A house with old furniture has no need of ghosts to be haunted.

To my surprise, the sensation of query filled my stomach, spreading through to every corner. This was followed by each point of query ending at the same answer. Device Nineteen had responded to the question...

…most ghosts are a rag and a bone and a hank of hair at best–a memory fragment stuck on continual loop, just dust and PKE and water-vapour with no real “there” there. Leftover fragments of...

Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.

Maybe pulling her emotions out and inserting in his logic would change this morbid course. But damn if he’d joke about it like she did.

You tell me the dead are coming through a crack in my barn, but I shouldn’t worry?

The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body’s head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation...

Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.

I wrote this book for the ghosts, who, because they’re outside of time, are the only ones with time. After the last rereading (just now), I realize that time isn’t the only thing that matters,...

Everything is worse…if you think something is looking at you.

Ghosts… they are the completions of the deads intended gestures, there unfinished plans still hanging in the air – something like when you forgot one thing and so you pantomime the motion.

Truly the universe is full of ghost, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.

Oh, very good,’ interrupted Snape, his lip curling. ‘Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.

He specialized in a particular kind of friendship with that eight-limbed, inscrutable, treacherous creature, the happily married coupe, adapting himself closely and lightly to the composite personality.A peevish dead woman…it’s absurd…how much less humiliating for...

I let ya in—into my life…my death…my heart.” He reached up like he was going to touch my face. “And now I don’t know how to get ya out.

Live from a place of love. It conquers all that is evil.

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy...

There was a profound silence, abruptly broken by an enormously loud rumble from George’s stomach. Plaster didn’t actually fall from the ceiling, but it was close.

I am not going to ask that old man if his family home is haunted!