Conscience is no more than the dead speaking to us.
Jim CarrollTags: poetry death afterlife conscience ghosts
One IGHS member said that, yup, she could hear it, too. Then again, during a dinner conversation earlier in the trip, this same woman heard “Siegfried and Roy” as “Sigmund Freud.” The resulting image-Sigmund Freud with flowing hair and tigers and too much men’s makeup-haunts me to this day.
Mary RoachTags: ghosts
Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.
Salman RushdieI woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.
Jack KerouacThe house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
Neil GaimanTags: humor ghosts scent smell cookies descriptions setting
I could isolate, consciously, little. Everything seemed blurred, yellow-clouded, yielding nothing tangible. Her inept acrostics, maudlin evasions, theopathies - every recollection formed ripples of mysterious meaning. Everything seemed yellowly blurred, illusive, lost.
Vladimir NabokovAt night, here in the library, the ghosts have voices.
Alberto ManguelIt's easier to dismiss ghosts in the daylight.
Patricia BriggsTags: ghosts
They told of dripping stone walls in uninhabited castles and of ivy-clad monastery ruins by moonlight, of locked inner rooms and secret dungeons, dank charnel houses and overgrown graveyards, of footsteps creaking upon staircases and fingers tapping at casements, of howlings and shriekings, groanings and scuttlings and the clanking of chains, of hooded monks and headless horseman, swirling mists and sudden winds, insubstantial specters and sheeted creatures, vampires and bloodhounds, bats and rats and spiders, of men found at dawn and women turned white-haired and raving lunatic, and of vanished corpses and curses upon heirs.
Susan HillTags: horror vampires ghosts gothic ruins castles graveyards
Terror made me cruel . . .
Emily BrontëTags: ghosts supernatural haunting
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