“History surrounds us. You cannot open your eyes, not in Paris, and see something that wasn't touched by someone long gone. You, maybe, run from your ghosts. Here, they live among us.”

“The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.”

“To do something for someone or something you loved- England or Shakespeare or a dog or the Hodbins or history- wasn't a sacrifice at all. Even if it cost you your freedom, your life, your youth.”

“Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.”

“How can you see something that isn't there?" yawned the Humbug, who wasn't fully awake yet. "Sometimes, it's much simpler than seeing things that are,"he said. "For instance, if something is there, you can only see it with your eyes open, but if it isn't there, you can see it just as well with your eyes closed. That's why imaginary things are often easier to see than real ones.""Then where is Reality?" barked Tock. "Right here,"cried Alec, waving his arms.”

“You are a ghost. Almost gone. Come back to us.”