“Oh, Lord, she thought. This was crazy. She was being haunted by one ghost and guarded by another.”
“This whole goddam house stinks of ghosts. I don’t mind so much being haunted by a dead ghost, but I resent like hell being haunted by a half-dead one.”
“She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.”
“All ghost stories come to this, she understood. All ghost stories end in one of two ways: You are dead or I am dead. If people only understood this, Portia thought, they would never be frightened, they would only need to ask themselves, Who among us has died?And then she occurred to her that she was the ghost in her story. She had spent years haunting her own life, without ever noticing.”
“From the body of one guilty deed a thousand ghostly fears and haunting thoughts proceed.”
“She thought she loved him. She was crazy.”