“But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.”

“Eve said, in a high, squeaky, airless voice, “The ghost! You’re the ghost Miranda was talking about! Oh my God, Michael, you’re the ghost! You bastard!”He nodded, still concentrating on breathing.Eve got control of her voice and squealed, “That is without a doubt the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire life!”

“(What are your ghosts like?)(They are on the insides of the lids of my eyes.)(This is also where my ghosts reside.)(You have ghosts?)(Of course I have ghosts.)(But you are a child.)(I am not a child.)(But you have not known love.)(These are my ghosts, the spaces amid love.)”

“All my ghosts had vanished; the retribution that they sought had been exacted. I had nothing more to give, and nothing to fear.”

“I have met ghosts who attract me, and, following my habit in the material world, I have avoided the ghosts that bore me.”

“In all my years of Ghost Hunting I have never been afraid, after all, a ghost is only a fellow human being in trouble”