Ghosts Take shape under moonlight, materialize in dreams. Shadows. Silhouettes of what is no more. But ghosts don't bother me. The day brings bigger things to worry about than flimsy remains of yesterday. No, spooks don't scare me. Gauzy apparitions ...
[in front of the library ghost, their first ghost sighting] Dr. Peter Venkman: So... what do we do? [Egon and Ray stare at each other in silence. Peter grabs Ray's ear] Dr. Peter Venkman: Would you come over here, please? That's it, c'mere Francine. ...
Anne: Nicholas don't speak to them. Nicholas: Why? Anne: They're dead. Nicholas: WHAT. Anne: They're ghosts. Come over here. Nicholas: But you said "Ghosts wear sheets and carry chains". Anne: I don't care what I said. Get away from them. Nicholas: Y...
No more half-truths. No more omissions.
I wish ghosts were real!
in the name of a god who was always a ghost
Rebecca: God, I'm so sick of Seymour.
Mind of myth sees ghost.
Do you like a good ghost story?”-Jonah
No ghost was every seen by two pair of eyes.
I believe in spirits, not ghosts.
I'd like to see a ghost. It would confirm there's an afterlife.
The past is a ghost, the future a dream, and all we ever have is now.
'Ghosts' is the most incredible play I've read for years.
As for the extraordinary operations of the Holy Ghost, such as working of miracles, or speaking with divers kinds of tongues, they are long since ceased.
Batou: Get out of the fucking way!
I don't believe in ghosts but they blindly believe in me
Only times and places, only names and ghosts.
Words themselves are all the ghosts we need.
This whole goddamn house stinks of ghosts.
My dad was nothing but a bingo call.
