“Eve said, in a high, squeaky, airless voice, “The ghost! You’re the ghost Miranda was talking about! Oh my God, Michael, you’re the ghost! You bastard!”He nodded, still concentrating on breathing.Eve got control of her voice and squealed, “That is without a doubt the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire life!”
“But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.”
“Then he raised her enough to whisper in her ear, and while his voice was tender, his words were savage. "You're my woman, and no man or God or ghost will ever take you from me.”
“You’re like a ghost magnet. Why do you think I like having you around?”My mouth dropped momentarily. “Because I’m awesome.”“Oh, well, that too.”
“God, this is weird." "Oh, I'm sorry—do you have a ghost talking to you about his intentions with your granddaughter?”
“The ghost of a smile flickered across his lips. ‘You’re always the voice of reason. Just try listening to yourself once in a while.”