636f06d
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The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.
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humor
setting
smell
descriptions
ghosts
scent
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Neil Gaiman |
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"He was trying to tell me something." Derek snorted. "Aren't they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook--if in danger of evaporating, make sure you're in the middle of a dire pronouncement." --
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young-adult
necromancer
derek
ghosts
supernatural
urban-fantasy
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Kelley Armstrong |
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The muses are ghosts, and sometimes they come uninvited.
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muse
ghosts
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Stephen King |
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"Hazel frowned. "Why that one?" "You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked. "Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong."
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percy-jackson-and-te-olympians
siblings
underworld
house-of-hades
nico-di-angelo
rick-riordan
hazel-levesque
ghosts
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Rick Riordan |
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The main thing about ghosts - most of them have lost their voices. In Asphodel, millions of them wander around aimlessly, trying to remember who they were. You know why they end up like that? Because in life they never took a stand one way or another. They never spoke out, so they were never heard. Your voice is your identity. If you don't use it,' Nico said with a shrug, 'you're halfway to Asphodel already.' ... He hated when his own advice applied to himself.
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wisdom
ghosts
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Rick Riordan |
56bbd33
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"Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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We're all ghosts. We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.
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liam-callanan
the-cloud-atlas
death
ghosts
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Liam Callanan |
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The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.
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|
montgomery
ghosts
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L.M. Montgomery |
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For dreams, too, are ghosts, desires chased in sleep, gone by morning.
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|
dreams
ghosts
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Libba Bray |
518b224
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Every city is a ghost. New buildings rise upon the bones of the old so that each shiny steel bean, each tower of brick carries within it the memories of what has gone before, an architectural haunting. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of these former incarnations in the awkward angle of a street or filigreed gate, an old oak door peeking out from a new facade, the plaque commemorating the spot that was once a battleground, which became a saloon and is now a park.
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|
hauntings
the-past
ghosts
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Libba Bray |
98bce33
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Not everybody believes in ghosts, but I do. Do you know what they are, Trisha? She had shaken her head slowly. Men and women who can't get over their past . . . That's what ghosts are.
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past
ghosts
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Stephen King |
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It bothered me that he was right. Without Sir Stuart's intervention, I'd have been dead again already. That's right--you heard me: dead again already. I mean, come on. How screwed up is your life (after- or otherwise) when you find yourself needing phrases like that?
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life
ghosts
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Jim Butcher |
e17fd53
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"There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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"Boo: "Go talk to her." Callum: "About what?" Boo: "Anything." Callum: "You want me to walk up to her and say, 'Are you a ghost?'" Boo: "I do that." Callum: "I love it when you get it wrong."
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humor
callum
ghosts
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Maureen Johnson |
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Many African societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead. They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote. When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalised ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many ... can be recalled by name. But they are not the living-dead. There is a difference.
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death-and-dying
lies-my-teacher-told-me
spirits
ghosts
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James W Loewen |
bc7fb58
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Yet man dies not whilst the world, at once his mother and his monument, remains. His name is lost, indeed, but the breath he breathed still stirs the pine-tops on the mountains, the sound of the words he spoke yet echoes on through space; the thoughts his brain gave birth to we have inherited to-day; his passions are our cause of life; the joys and sorrows that he knew are our familiar friends--the end from which he fled aghast will surely overtake us also! Truly the universe is full of ghosts, not sheeted churchyard spectres, but the inextinguishable elements of individual life, which having once been, can never die, though they blend and change, and change again for ever.
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ghosts
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H. Rider Haggard |
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I have emotions that are like newspapers that read themselves. I go for days at a time trapped in the want ads. I feel as if I am an ad for the sale of a haunted house: 18 rooms $37,000 I'm yours ghosts and all.
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poetry
past
sadness
ruins
ghosts
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Richard Brautigan |
989e0bc
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I have no fear of ghosts, and I have never heard it said that so much harm had been done by the dead during 6,000 years as it brought by the living in a single day.
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mankind
harm
ghosts
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Alexandre Dumas |
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I am empty of everything. I am empty of everything but the thin, frail ghosts in my room.
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|
ghosts
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Jean Rhys |
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"History doesn't start with a tall building
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|
sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
89fa8bd
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We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account. We return to face our superiors, our kindred, our friends--those whom we obey, and those whom we love; but even they who have neither, the most free, lonely, irresponsible and bereft of ties,--even those for whom home holds no dear face, no familiar voice,--even they have to meet the spirit that dwells within the land, under its sky, in its air, in its valleys, and on its rises, in its fields, in its waters and its trees--a mute friend, judge, and inspirer.
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|
mankind
humanity
family
home-town
prodigal-daughters
prodigal-sons
stomping-grounds
old-friends
homecoming
reunion
return
home
ghosts
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Joseph Conrad |
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The story of my own childhood is a complicated sentence that I am always trying to finish, to finish and put behind me. It resists finishing, and partly this is because words are not enough; my early world was synaesthesic, and I am haunted by the ghosts of my own sense impressions, which re-emerge when I try to write, and shiver between the lines.
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|
past
life
consciousness
ghosts
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Hilary Mantel |
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These days, there are angry ghosts all around us, dead from wars, sickness, starvation--and nobody cares. So you say you're under a curse? Well, so what? So's the whole damned world.
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|
pessimism
ghosts
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Hayao Miyazaki |
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It's like the corporate world's full of ghosts ... maybe a fairer way of putting this would be to say that adulthood's full of ghosts ... these people who've ended up in one life instead of another and they are just so disappointed ... They've done what's expected of them. They want to do something different but it's impossible now, there's a mortgage, kids, whatever, they're trapped ... High-functioning sleepwalkers, essentially.
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|
ghosts
|
Emily St. John Mandel |
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"She leaves my side and heads deeper into
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sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
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Nathan Reese Maher |
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"It's possible that the reason I've never experienced a ghostly presence is that my temporal lobes aren't wired for it. It could well be that the main difference between skeptics (Susan Blackmore notwithstanding) and believers is the neural structure they were born with. But the question still remains: Are these people whose EMF-influenced brains alert them to "presences" picking up something real that the rest of us can't pick up, or are they hallucinating? Here again, we must end with the Big Shrug, a statue of which is being erected on the lawn outside my office." --
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science
hallucinations
ghosts
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Mary Roach |
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America had invented itself. It continued to invent itself as it went along. Sometimes its virtues made it the envy of the world. Sometimes it betrayed the very heart of its ideals. Sometimes the people dispensed with what was difficult or inconvenient to acknowledge. So the good people maintained the illusion of democracy and wrote another hymn to America. They sang loud enough to drown out dissent. They sang loud enough to overpower their own doubts. There were no plaques to commemorate mistakes. But the past didn't forget. History was haunted by the ghosts of buried crimes, which required period exorcisms of truth. Actions had consequences.
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|
history
mistakes
ghosts
democracy
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Libba Bray |
9acbceb
|
Sometimes people graduate but they don't leave. They hang around for years, for no reason. I would think of ghosts like that, I decided.
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|
letting-go
college
ghosts
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Maureen Johnson |
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"That's a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say, 'I'm going to fly in my Model-A1'.
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|
sex
shakespeare
magic
rain
poems
romance
sacrifice
death
dreams
music
songs
life
carrack
cityisle
cityspire
desolate
fedora
haunts
horace-walpole
mannequins
phillip-k-dick
puddles
specters
spectre
amnesia
androids
haunting
greek-mythology
waking
damnation
count
emily-dickinson
magick
tempest
apocalypse
reflections
storms
masquerade
empty
science-fiction
gothic
jazz
ships
ghosts
water
piano
|
Nathan Reese Maher |
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The terms we use for what is considered supernatural are woefully inadequate. Beyond such terms as ghost, specter, poltergeist, angel, devil, or spirit, might there not be something more our purposeful blindness has prevented us from understanding? We accept the fact that there may be other worlds out in space, but might there not be other worlds here? Other worlds, in other dimensions, coexistent with this? If there are other worlds parallel to ours, are all the doors closed? Or does one, here or there, stand ajar?
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|
spirits
ghosts
paranormal
|
Louis L'Amour |
fd1bb46
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We wander in our thousands over the face of the earth, the illustrious and the obscure, earning beyond the seas our fame, our money, or only a crust of bread; but it seems to me that for each of us going home must be like going to render an account.
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|
mankind
humanity
family
home-town
prodigal-daughters
prodigal-sons
stomping-grounds
old-friends
homecoming
reunion
return
home
ghosts
|
Joseph Conrad |
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"Are you asking if I believe in ghosts?" "I don't know. Maybe. Yes." "Of course not. Imagine how many there'd be." "Yes," Kirsten said, "that's exactly it."
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|
ghosts
|
Emily St. John Mandel |
28bbdd4
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As I pen these words to leave a lasting record, I wonder myself where it all began.
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|
fiction
truth
handwritten
lasting
pen
second-sight
where
prologue
girls
ghosts
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Richard Peck |
cecdc1b
|
The mere mention of the Farakka Express, which jerks its way eastward each day from Delhi to Calcutta, is enough to throw even a seasoned traveller into fits of apoplexy. At a desert encampment on Namibia's Skeleton Coast, a hard-bitten adventurer had downed a peg of local fire-water then told me the tale. Farakka was a ghost train, he said, haunted by ghouls, Thuggees, and thieves. Only a passenger with a death wish would go anywhere near it.
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|
india
travel
delhi
farakka-express
ghosts
|
Tahir Shah |
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That night there was more than one killer in the forest, the next day a lot more ghosts.--The Book of Brin
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|
killer
ghosts
|
Michael J. Sullivan |
04eef8b
|
The only way, I thought to myself, that this could get any weirder would be if it turns out he has that dead body's head on ice where in the basement, some ready for transplantation onto Cindy Crawford's body as soon as it becomes available.
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|
high-school
ghosts
supernatural
ya
|
Meg Cabot |
89c310d
|
There such things as ghosts. People everywhere have always known that. And we believe in them every bit as much as Homer did. Only now, we call them by different names. Memory. The unconscious.
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|
ghosts
memory
|
Donna Tartt |
e3c4a23
|
The dead live in our memories.
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|
live
memories
reality
life
ghosts
|
Pete Hautman |
d9c6448
|
"I wasn't trying to reach England. or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected me." You'd play your brother's own voice to him? After he died?" "And Debussy." Did he ever talk back?" The attic ticks. What ghosts sidle along the walls right now, trying to overhear? She can almost taste her great-uncle's fright in the air. "No," he says. "He never did."
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|
radio
ghosts
|
Anthony Doerr |
82d1076
|
I am not dead. Death does not exist. I am alive! That is the purpose of this tale, to let everyone know that they do go on and that they don't need to be afraid, as I was afraid. Yet I also have a selfish reason for wanting my story told. I was young when I died. I didn't have a chance to make my mark in the world. I didn't do anything unique, nothing that will change the course of history. But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.
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|
death
remember-me
shari-cooper
christopher-pike
ghosts
|
Christopher Pike |
447b484
|
But if you wish, you can imagine that the Shadow does wait for your return and that it does remember everything that has gone before and that it doesn't let you accept yourself as perfect until you let it. There is truth in that. That is why a child usually cries as soon as it's born. With its first breath, the Shadow returns.
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|
death
remember-me
christopher-pike
self-acceptance
shadows
ghosts
horror
|
Christopher Pike |
536e73e
|
Most people would probably call me a ghost. I am, after all, dead. But I don't think of myself that way. It wasn't so long ago that I was alive, you see. I was only eighteen. I had my whole life in front of me. Now I suppose you could say I have all of eternity before me. I'm not sure exactly what that means yet. I'm told everything's going to be fine. But I have to wonder what I would have done with my life, who I might have been. That's what saddens me most about dying--that I'll never know.
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|
death
remember-me
shari-cooper
christopher-pike
ghosts
|
Christopher Pike |
1df0927
|
See, even though Jesse's a ghost, and can walk through walls and disappear and reappear at will, he's still...well, there. To me, anyway. That's what makes me-and Father Dom-different from everybody else. We not only can see and talk to ghosts, but we can feel them too-just as if they were anybody else. Anybody alive, I mean. Because to me and Father Dom, ghosts are just like anyone else, with blood and guts and sweat and bad breath and whatever. The only real difference is that they kind of have this glow around them-an aura, I think it's called.
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|
jesse-de-silva
ninth-key
father-dominic
susannah-simon
suze-simon
the-mediator
ghosts
|
Meg Cabot |
547b4e4
|
I am consoled only to see that I was not mistaken: Chicago is just as I remembered it. I was here twenty five years ago. My father brought me and Scott up to see the Century of Progress and once later to the World Series. Not a single thing do I remember from the first trip but this: the sense of the place, the savor of the genie-soul of the place which every place has or else is not a place. I could have been wrong: it could have been nothing of the sort, not the memory of a place but the memory of being a child. But one step out into the brilliant March day and there it is as big as life, the genie-soul of the place Which, wherever you go, you must meet and master first thing or be met and mastered. Until now, one genie-soul and only one ever proved too strong for me: San Francisco--up and down the hills I pursued him, missed him and was pursued, by a presence, a powdering of fall gold in the air, a trembling brightness that pierced to the heart, and the sadness of coming at last to the sea, the coming to the end of America. Nobody but a Southerner knows the wrenching rinsing sadness of the cities of the North. Knowing all about genie-souls and living in haunted places like Shiloh and the Wilderness and Vicksburg and Atlanta where the ghosts of heroes walk abroad by day and are more real than people, he knows a ghost when he sees one, and no sooner does he step off the train in New York or Chicago or San Francisco than he feels the genie-soul perched on his shoulder.
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|
the-south
ghosts
|
Walker Percy |
6466853
|
Even from high above, I could feel Amanda's hate. Or perhaps it was another dimension of my Shadow, my own hate for her closing in on me. Despite all I had learned and seen, I wished to God someone would choke her to death so I could get ahold of her and choke her some more.
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|
hatred
hate
death
amanda-parrish
remember-me
shari-cooper
christopher-pike
threats
ghosts
|
Christopher Pike |
77ef19e
|
"I wasn't trying to reach England. Or Paris. I thought that if I made the broadcast powerful enough, my brother would hear me. That I could bring him some peace, protect him as he had always protected me." "You'd play your brother's own voice to him? After he died?" "And Debussy." "Did he ever talk back?"
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|
brothers
radio
ghosts
|
Anthony Doerr |
cebf249
|
The recruits of 1914 have the look of ghosts. They are queuing up to be slaughtered: they are already dead.
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|
war
somme
soldiers
ghosts
|
Geoff Dyer |
4331ad9
|
I was facing him before the last word was out, but I should have been dead by then. In a way I did die, right there, all that time ago, and this is a ghost who has been telling you stories and drinking your wine. You don't understand. Never mind.
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|
lal
lal-after-dark
lal-alone
lalkhamsin-khamsolal
never-mind
sailor-lal
swordcane-lal
telling-stories
ghosts
wine
dying
stories
|
Peter S. Beagle |
8ad4b63
|
"- "Do You know what ghosts are, Stuey? I'll tell you. They're secrets haunting the memories of the living. So long as we carry their secrets, they refuse to leave. They wait." "Wait for what?" "To be forgotten. My father has been gone for sixty years, but" -- he tapped the side of his head -- "he's still here. He never left."
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|
reality
forgotten-memories
ghosts-of-the-past
ghosts
secrets
|
Pete Hautman |
0d24b51
|
"We are all ghosts," Morris Klapper said at last. "We are conceived in a moment of death and born out of ghost wombs, and we play in the streets with other little ghosts, chanting ghost-rhymes and scratching to become real. We are told that life is full of goals and that, although it is sadly necessary to fight, you can at least choose your war. But we learn that for ghosts there can only be one battle: to become real. A few of us make it, thus encouraging other ghosts to believe it can be done."
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|
war
morris-klapper
necessary-to-fight
to-become-real
real
goals
ghosts
|
Peter S. Beagle |
2b65dfa
|
Still less could I be afraid of those ghosts who touch my thoughts in passing. Any library is filled with them. I can take a book from dusty shelves, and be haunted by the thoughts of one long dead, still lively as ever in their winding sheet of words.
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prologue
ghosts
|
Diana Gabaldon |