Twas now the very witching time of night,When churchyards groan, and graves give up their dead,And many a mischievous, enfranchised spriteHad long since burst his bonds of stone or lead,And hurried of...
I have emotionsthat are like newspapers thatread themselves.I go for days at a timetrapped in the want ads.I feel as if I am an adfor the sale of a haunted house:18 rooms$37,000I'm yoursghosts and all...
Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.
And maybe that's all a ghost is, in the end. Regret, grown legs, gone walking.
The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.
Did you ever feel a creeping,That awoke you from your sleeping,That made your pulses flutter and bristled all your hair;While a horrid stealthy crawlingPrevented you from calling,And something seemed...
I wish my talent was something that could be celebrated. You see, I can talk to the dead.
What are ghosts if not the hope that love continues beyond our ordinary senses? If ghosts are a delusion, then let me be deluded.
The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
That night there was more than one killer in the forest, the next day a lot more ghosts.--The Book of Brin
Or a ghost is a knot in the otherwise smooth flow of time, an electrical storm in a jewelry box, grief perfectly aligned. And sometimes a ghost is a shared thing; sometimes the entire population of a...
Hello dead girl," Isola said, ever the hostess."Hello heartbeat girl," said the uninvited guest. "It's like a drum, it's so fucking loud. Turn it down, will you?
Are you asking if I believe in ghosts?I don't know. Maybe. Yes.Of course not. Imagine how many there'd be.Yes, Kirsten said, that's exactly it.
The main thing about ghosts – most of them have lost their voices. In Asphodel, millions of them wander around aimlessly, trying to remember who they were. You know why they end up like that? Because...
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.
I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.
Um ,sorry. I cant read the last line.""Fish. Have you stolen any fish from the holy lakes?""I lived in Kansas..So ..no
Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words...
Ah. Well... I attended Juilliard... I'm a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I've seen the EX...
It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already.That's right--you heard me: dead again already.I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after...