“Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.”

“It was like the calm just as one engaged in battle, Will thought, when thought fled and inevitability took over.”

“The dogs were phantoms, signs and superstitions come to life, representatives of the moon. But sunlight burns the memory, leaving only a residue of its mystery, and I look for explanations.”

“I once saw a show about an amputee who lost his leg and still feels it. He actually wakes up at night to scratch his leg as if it’s still there, attached to him. They call it a phantom limb.I would be like that. A phantom draki, tormented with the memory of what I once was.”

“Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.”

“My memories of them had rubbed thin with overuse, worn to frail color transparencies flickering on the walls of my mind”