It lingers in this room like the voices that still echo here, some belonging to a man who’d once been alive, and the rest belong to others who’ve never drawn breath.
Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as diamond.
“My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I’m well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath…He’s always,
always in my mind: not as a pleasure any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.
There is no such thing as perfect. But even if there was, I would pick you over perfection any day.
So how exactly was I supposed to wrap my head around the whole thing? I wasn’t entirely sure I could trust this guy. I mean, this was it? Really? My life ends and some creep in a grungy leather jacket takes me away? No, I couldn’t accept that. -Jen
Our brains are hardwired to think in terms of place and to associate psychic value or meaning to the places we inhabit.
She gritted her teeth. The man dances like a clod. I’d rather dance with Mr Jenkins, who can barely move.
She fished a gum wrapper and pen from her bag and wrote down her number. “I’d like to stay friends with you and Jason. That’s my cell number. You can call me any time you want, except at two-thirty-six in the morning.”
Alice cocked her head. “How come I can’t call you at two-thirty-six/”
“I need that minute to sleep,” Jessica said, smiling.
How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?
I slept badly that night, my vivid dreams populated by ghosts. As much as it revived ailing spirits in day light, the fizzy energy of NY seemed to feed on human frailty at night.
Do not fear the ghosts in this house; they
are the least of your worries.
Personally I find the noises they make reassuring,
The creaks and footsteps in the night,
their little tricks of hiding things,
or moving them, I find
endearing, not upsettling. It makes the place
feel so much more like a home.