'All rooms will hide you, if you stand just so.

All ghosts know this. That's really all they know.'

 

'Lastly, it has helped me more than I could measure, 

to separate life into two divisions, of things that is, 

and things that isn’t.'

 'But it is something, and it is somewhere and someone.
  And nothing and no one and nowhere. And it is done.'

'Somewhere deep down in the marrow of our bones. We’re very at home there, it was our native environment for hundreds and thousands of years. So even just to rest our eyes on it is to feel consoled and reunited. Like a blood transfusion, is how he puts it.'

'The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page.'

'And at last, slowly, afraid he would find nothing, Douglas opened one eye.

And everything, absolutely everything, was there.'

'Where is the sea?                    Wherever you sleep.
Walk to the edge where tired waves

snore on the shingle beach, leave
your wallet and phone on a rock, wade
up to your neck. Go under. Be sleep.'

'Finally they call upon me to tell them who I am, "Nothing yet, nothing yet"...'

'A word of warning: 
that morning when I sharpened a pencil and spelt it out in capital letters, 
I meant it.
And another thing, darling: 
as I ran
my gently trembling tongue along the gummed edge
of the envelope, I was smiling.'

'As they age, all things grow rigid and bright.
The streets fall nameless, and the knots untie.'

'In their entwined sleep they exchanged arms and legs

In their dreams their brains took each other hostage.'