“Some places speak distinctly. Certain dank gardens cry aloud for a murder; certain old houses demand to be haunted; certain coasts are set apart for shipwrecks.”

“She’s no ordinary ghost, that seems certain,” he says. “I know. Something’s made her stronger.” “The way she died?” he asks. “I’m not sure. From what I’ve heard, she was just murdered like so many others. Throat slit. But now she’s haunting her old house, killing whoever steps inside, like some goddamn spider.”

“The sooner the gardener loses certain kinds of innocence the better, and there is no better place to begin than with the weather.”

“I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playingchess or silly games of some sort.”

“A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes.”

“There are chapters in every life which are seldom read, and certainly not aloud.”