With red clay between my toes, and the sun setting over my head, the ghost of my mother blows in, riding on a honeysuckle breeze, oh lord, riding on a honeysuckle breeze.
The Helicon of too many poets is not a hill crowned with sunshine and visited by the Muses and the Graces, but an old, mouldering house, full of gloom and haunted by ghosts.
I buy Coppertone Water Babies in abundance at the airport, SPF 60 or 70. I like being pale; I like looking like a creature from the dead world. I like looking like a ghost.
Most traditional ghost stories feature rather hapless protagonists, who have nasty things happen to them.
I realised that today we are very much interested in reading about subjects that would have also interested people in the 1500s: ghosts, demons and things that go bump in the night.
Part of the story of 'Ghosts of Ascalon' is how they got to that tentative truce where you can find humans and charr working together.
I'm not sure I believe in the whole 'ghost-afterlife' thing, but I think places are marked by people who have been there.
I'm trying to make sense of lot of things with 'Tyrannosaur.' I'm trying to make sense of people who've left now. They're not here, they can't answer for themselves any more, they're gone. And I'm trying to make peace with those ghosts.
I can see my ghost trying to get that Academy Award, forever stuck in a casting office. Can you imagine? I've spent enough time in audition rooms. I don't want to be doing that in my afterlife.
Sporty Lewis: Is that a ghost I'm seeing? An apparition? Or is it James J. Braddock the Bulldog of Burgen? Jim Braddock: Sporty Lewis, how ya doing?
Ed Warren: We've been called ghost hunters. Paranormal researchers. Wackos. Lorraine Warren: But we prefer to be known simply as Ed and Lorraine Warren.
[last lines] Major Motoko Kusanagi, Puppet Master: And where does the newborn go from here? The net is vast and infinite.
Project 2501: As a sentient lifeform, I hereby demand political asylum. Section 9 Department Chief Aramaki: Is this a joke?
Sonny Valerio: Now is the time to tell us everything you know about this mysterious ghostlike untraceable fuckin' button man.
Enid: Sometimes I think I'm going crazy from sexual frustration. Rebecca: And you haven't heard of the miracle of masturbation?
Enid: [a busty young blonde woman is walking down the street in their direction] What about her? Are you into girls with big tits? Seymour: Jesus!
Rebecca: [about 'Weird' Al] I want to make love to him. Enid: I'm going to tell him you said that.
Rebecca: So, what do you do if you're a Satanist anyway? Enid: Sacrifice virgins and stuff. Rebecca: Well, that lets us off the hook. [they laugh]
[spying on Seymour from across the diner] Enid: Oh my God. He just ordered a giant glass of milk. Josh: That's a vanilla milkshake.
[When asked what kind of women he likes] Seymour: Well, as long as she's not a complete imbecile and she's even remotely attractive.
Red-Haired Girl - Blues Club: Oh, if you like authentic blues, you really gotta check out Blueshammer. They are so great.
