“I’ve seen most of whatthere is to be afraid of in this world, and to tell you the truth,the worst of them are the ones that make you afraid in thelight. The things that your eyes see plainly and can’t forgetare worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.Imagination has a poor memory; it slinks away and goesblurry. Eyes remember for much longer.”

“Don’t be afraid of the dark, Cas. But don’t let them tell you that everything that’s there in the dark is also there inthe light. It isn’t.”

“I’m not afraid. Despite the searing between my eyes andthe knowledge that something is coming for me, somethingthat could easily rip out my spleen and pop it like a waterballoon, I am not afraid. She’s with me. She’s my purposeand we’re going to save each other. We’re going to saveeveryone. And then I’m going to convince her that she’ssupposed to stay here. With me.”

“His skin is black as a struck match, cracked and oozing liquid metal heat, like he's covered by a cooling layer of lava. The eyes stand out bright white. I can't make out from this distance if they have corneas. God I hope they have corneas. I hate that creepy weird-eye shit.”

“Jestine and I lock eyes. She's going to look away first. Even if my eyeballs have to completely dry out.”

“I get to be Peter Venkman,” says Thomas. “Nobody gets to be anybody,” I snap. “We are not ghostbusters. I’ve got the knife, and I kill the ghosts, and I can’t be tripping over you the whole time. Besides, it’s obvious that I would be Peter Venkman.” I look sharply at Thomas. “You would be Egon.”

“It feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me. Or maybe I’m in color now and they’re in black and white.”