“What I saw wasn't a ghost. It was simply--myself. I can never forget how terrified I was that night, and whenever I remember it, this thought always springs to mind: that the most frightening thing in the world is our own self. What do you think?”

“And what did I think when I was small and why did I forget? And what else will I forget when I grow older? And if you forget is it as if it never happened? Will none of the things you saw or thought or dreamed matter?”

“This world is a funny world indeed,And people are hard to suit.The man who plays the piccolo,Is a bore to the man with the flute.And often to myself I've thought how lovely it would be,If every person I ever met would simply agree with me.But since they won't,I think the way to make the whole world brightIs never to mind what others say,And do what I think is right.”

“Ultimately, though, it's living people that frighten me the most. It's always seemed to me that nothing could be scarier than a person, because as dreadful places can be, they're still just places; and no matter how awful ghosts might seem, they're just dead people. I always thought that the most terrifying things anyone could ever think up were the things living people came up with. ”

“I never think of myself as an icon. What is in other people's minds is not in my mind. I just do my thing.”

“The most frightening thing in the world is our own self.”