When I became convinced that the universe is natural, that all the ghosts and gods are myths, there entered into my brain, into my soul, into every drop of my blood the sense, the feeling, the joy of freedom. The walls of my prison crumbled and fell. The dungeon was flooded with light and all the bolts and bars and manacles became dust.
Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.
More whites believe in ghosts than believe in racism.
Ghosts don't scare me. Flesh and blood people do.
To be on an island inhabited by artificial ghosts was the most unbearable of nightmares,- to be in love with one of those images was worse than being in love with a ghost (perhaps we always want the person we love to have the existenceof a ghost).
The ghosts of things that never happened are worse than the ghosts of things that did.
Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland.
Memories shift like loose snow in a wind, or are a chorale of ghosts all talking over one another. There is only ever a sense that what is real to me is not real to others, and to share a memory with someone is to risk sullying my belief in what has truly happened.
we need ghost stories because we, in fact, are the ghosts.
Ghosts cannot be put on the witness stand, or have their fingerprints taken. They are completely proof against proof.
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.
Man has not really vanquished Shamanism and its spooks till he possesses the strength to lay aside not only the belief in ghosts or in spirits, but also the belief in the spirit.
In one aspect, yes, I believe in ghosts, but we create them. We haunt ourselves.
I do not believe that ghosts or spirits exist.
Be strong! Don't talk of ghosts and devils.
We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.
Well, whatever they say, you don't feel like ghosts.
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.
Cinema plus Psychoanalysis equals the Science of Ghosts.
These stories are ghosts, bringing people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.