#hosts

One IGHS member said that, yup, she could hear it, too. Then again, during a dinner conversation earlier in the trip, this same woman heard “Siegfried and Roy” as “Sigmund Freud.” The resulting image-Sigmund Freud with flowing hair and tigers and too much men’s makeup-haunts me to this day. ↗

— Mary Roach

#men

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. ↗

— James W Loewen

#death-and-dying #ghosts #lies-my-teacher-told-me #spirits #art

I turned to him and he reached for my hand. It would have been easier to walk away. But the wind still blew around us and the house still stood. ↗

— Kate Chisman

#creepy #fear #fearful #ghost #ghosts

Heidegger’s parlamblings on ‘Nothing’ and ‘Not’ and ‘the Nothing that Nothings’ were the last supposedly respectable gasp of classical philosophy. ↗

— John Gardner

#john-gardner #mickelsson-s-ghosts #respect

Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them." "I don't believe in ghosts," I said, faintly. "Some people can't see the color red. That doesn't mean it isn't there," she replied. ↗

— Sue Grafton

#haunting #perception #perception

In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#haunt #believe

Terror made me cruel . . . ↗

— Emily Brontë

#haunting #supernatural #terrorism

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. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#derek #ghosts #necromancer #supernatural #urban-fantasy

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