“...I could now look down at ghostly fingers, wraith-like toes, and a phantom wang.”
“I am a ghost. A wraith of atoms. A shadow.”
“I am a ghost in a land of phantoms and forgotten nightmares.”
“Sit, Phantom!" Ivy cooed. "On your bottom!""Oh, for goodness' sake!" Gabriel put down his book and pointed a longer finger at Phantom. "Sit," he commanded in a deep voice. Phantom looked sheepish and sank straight to the floor.Ivy scowled in frustration. "I've been trying to get him to do that all day! What is it with dogs and male authority?”
“Ghost implies a whole lot of things that I am NOT. Do I look like Casper to you?""Fine," said Nick. "We're not ghosts, we're Undefined Spectral Doohickies. USDs. Are you happy now?”
“To say that I enjoyed writing... is like saying I enjoy having fingers and toes. It's difficult to imagine life without them.”