“If there is a subject that is my own, my dear Ellen, as a writer I mean, it is the persistent shape-shifting life of things long-dead but not vanished.”
“My dear girl, you must cultivate a taste for the finer things. Civilized pleasures give meaning to life.”
“I write as if to save somebody’s life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.”
“Yes, she doesn't really look like either of us, does she? Perhaps she's a girl who's fallen madly in love with me and persists in following me wherever I go.""My talent is shape-shifting, Will, not acting," said Tessa, and at that Jem laughed out loud.”
“But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.”
“Mind the dead man, my dear.”