Suicide leaves everyone feeling guilty.
Becoming a fae leader? Not on my bucket list.
He looks at you like you’re crème brûlée.
You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.
I wanted blood to signify life, not death.
I hope I’m the ghost that belongs to her.
Analysis is soul of thought and ghost of wit.
I like the influence of the macabre, but I don't believe in ghosts.
A cheerful frame of mind, reinforced by relaxation... is the medicine that puts all ghosts of fear on the run.
I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.
BatÙ: Your standard-issue Big Gun.
Seymour: I can't relate to 99% of humanity.
Bigotry murders religion to frighten fools with her ghost.
I can scare the pants off the holiest ghost.
There comes a time when all the secrets are told and all that is left are their spent ghosts.
Those that spend the greater part of their time in reading or writing books are, of course, apt to take rather particular notice of accumulations of books when they come across them. They will not pass a stall, a shop, or even a bedroom-shelf without...
When those who had been evicted went back to where they came from, they found their villages had disappeared under great dams and dusty quarries. Their homes were occupied by hunger-and policemen. The forests were filling up with armed guerrillas. Th...
Every town has ‘THAT house’: the one that once held dark secrets. You know the house… the one no one will purchase? The one whose walls have seen blood? The one that even birds avoid, and the darkened windows resemble empty eye sockets? There a...
At dusk in the Temple Gardens the barrier between past and present turned fluid and ghosts walked. Here and there if Buckler looked closely he caught a glimpse of knights filing toward the ancient round Church, heads bowed in penitence…Buckler didn...
For, from the time that the Bishop of Rome had gotten to be acknowledged for bishop universal, by pretence of succession to St. Peter, their whole hierarchy, or kingdom of darkness, may be compared not unfitly to the kingdom of fairies; that is, to t...
I don’t believe in ghosts and neither should you, Kingsley.” ”Why not? I’ve been in love with a ghost for thirty years.” Kingsley strolled over to the armchair and sat on the ottoman between the other man’s knees. Soren narrowed his eyes ...
