#host

I think I just became psychic," he said. "Holy crap. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#ghost

Hey, if you don't want to tell me, don't. But I can tell when you lie." Ok, that was super creepy. "You can?" He smiled grimly down at the dirty dishwater. "Nope. But see? You fell for it anyway. Careful, or I'll read your mind with my incredible vampire superpowers. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#michael-glass #ghost

The family is the cradle of the world’s misinformation. There must be something in family life that generates factual error. Over-closeness, the noise and heat of being. Perhaps even something deeper like the need to survive. Murray says we are fragile creatures surrounded by a world of hostile facts. Facts threaten our happiness and security. The deeper we delve into things, the looser our structure may seem to become. The family process works towards sealing off the world. Small errors grow heads, fictions proliferate. I tell Murray that ignorance and confusion can’t possibly be the driving forces behind family solidarity. What an idea, what a subversion. He asks me why the strongest family units exist in the least developed societies. Not to know is a weapon of survival, he says. Magic and superstition become entrenched as the powerful orthodoxy of the clan. The family is strongest where objective reality is most likely to be misinterpreted. What a heartless theory, I say. But Murray insists it’s true. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#hostile-facts #white-noise #family

Her soft trailing fingers would continue to attempt a connection that I refused to allow; that I couldn’t allow if I wanted to survive. ↗

— J.D. Stroube

#adult #child #connection #fingers #ghost

If you expect nothing, you can never be disappointed. ↗

— Tonya Hurley

#expectations #ghostgirl #disappointment

If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it! ↗

— Craig Ferguson

#dance #dancing #lovemaking #man #men

And I want to kiss you every day, but not just because I'm saying goodbye. ↗

— Melissa Pearl

#dale #ghosts #paranormal #romance #ya

About the library," he whispered. He took out the pencil stub from his pocket and poised it over the page. Will you write like Mr. Blake or like yourself?" I inquired. He wrote and whispered the words aloud as he did. "I am in the library. It smells like old stuff." It smells familiar," I suggested. "It smells like words." Because his left side was to me, I couldn't easily take his hand to write. Books are boring," James said as he wrote. They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered. He thought about this and then wrote with a smile, "I hate books." From A Certain Slant of Light ↗

— Laura Whitcomb

#libraries #young-adult-fiction #young-adult-fiction

But more importantly, know I love you more than I can say with simple words. Poets have attempted for centuries to find the perfect combination, and I don’t imagine I shall have more luck than they. ↗

— Lissa Bryan

#ghosts #love #relationships #romance #imagination

I like to believe there are ghosts all over the place! ↗

— Dominic West

#ghosts #i #like #over #place