A Head Full of Ghosts Quotes

“Ideas. I'm possessed by ideas. Ideas that are as old as humanity, maybe older, right? Maybe those ideas were out there just floating around before us, just waiting to be thought up. Maybe we don't think them, we pluck them out from another dimension or another mind.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“On the morning of the exorcism, I stayed home from school.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Being asked to read another writer’s rough draft is the literary equivalent of being asked to help a friend move a couch to a new place.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Sometimes it's good to be sad, Merry. Don't forget that.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“There’s nothing wrong with me, Merry. Only my bones want to grow through my skin like the growing things and pierce the world.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“To be honest, and all the external influences aside, there are some parts of this that I remember in great, terrible detail, so much so I fear getting lost in the labyrinth of memory. There are other parts of this that remain as unclear and unknowable as someone else’s mind, and I fear that in my head I’ve likely conflated and compressed timelines and events.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Actually, I'm possessed, only I'm possessed by something so much older and cooler than Satan.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I am the dead dreamer, older than sin, older than humanity. I am the shadow below everything. I am the beautiful thing that awaits us all.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“He’s probably seen that horrible Johnny Depp version of the movie. That you kids like it and not the original Gene Wilder version is sacrilege.” “Mom,”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear such a big secret. It might not fit in my head and then it would spill out everywhere.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I think it’s good to be afraid. It means that I’m alive.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“See The Last Exorcism. But don’t see its dumbass ending.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Maybe we don't think [ideas], we pluck them out from another dimension, another mind.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“It was so dark it was like noting was there in the room but us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I sneak into your room when you are asleep, Merry-monkey. I’ve been doing it for weeks now, since the end of summer. You’re so pretty when you’re asleep. Last night, I pinched your nose shut until you opened your little mouth”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“She kept talking and she kept talking. I thought she would never stop. Standing there, I felt the sun pour through the windows, setting and rising on my back. The sunroom had become a sundial measuring the geological age of my psychological toture.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“The TV people. I like calling them that. The TV people. And they have TVs for heads and their faces can change when the channels change.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Are you good at keeping secrets, Merry?” “I’m better than some.” I pause, then add, “More often than not, they keep me,” only because it sounds simultaneously mysterious and pithy.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“What does that say about you or anyone else that my sister’s nationally televised psychotic break and descent into schizophrenia wasn’t horrific enough?”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Dad laughed, and despite two thousand volts of frustration tingling and twitching through my body, I laughed too. Everything about him that morning seemed relaxed and brighter than it had in months. He’d always been a moody guy. No one was funnier or more fun to play with than he was when in the right mood and you could feel the barometric pressure drop when he wasn’t.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“teeth. As a child I used to tie strings of red dental floss around a wiggly tooth and leave the floss dangling there for days and days until the tooth fell out on its own. Marjorie would call me a tease and chase me around the house trying to pull the wax string, and I would scream and cry because it was fun and because I was afraid if I let her pull out one tooth she wouldn’t”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I said, "I want to wear something funny and cool. Marjorie, could I wear your sparkly baseball hat?"

The three of us looked at Marjorie.

Now I remember thinking that her answer could change everything back to the way it was; Dad could find a job and stop praying all the time and Mom could be happy and call Marjorie shellfish again and show us funny videos she found on YouTube, and we all could eat more than just spaghetti at dinner and, most important, Marjorie could be normal again. Everything would be okay if Marjorie would only say yes to me wearing the sparkly sequined baseball hat, the one she'd made in art class a few years ago.

The longer we watched Marjorie and waited for her response, the more the temperature in the room dropped and I knew that nothing would ever be the same again.

She stopped twisting her spaghetti around her fingers. She opened her mouth, and vomit slowly oozed out onto her spaghetti plate.

Dad: "Jesus!"

Mom: "Honey, are you okay?" She jumped out of her seat and went over to Marjorie, stood behind her, and held her hair up.

Marjorie didn't react to either parent, and she didn't make any sounds. She wasn't retching or convulsing involuntarily like one normally does when throwing up. It just poured out of her as though her mouth was an opened faucet. The vomit was as green as spring grass, and the masticated pasta looked weirdly dry, with a consistency of mashed-up dog food.

She watched Dad the whole time as the vomit filled her plate, some of it slopping over the edges and onto the table. When she finished she wiped her mouth on her sleeve. "No, Merry. You can't wear my hat." She didn't sound like herself. Her voice was lower, adult, and growly. "You might get something on it. I don't want you to mess it up." She laughed.

Dad: "Marjorie..."

Marjorie coughed and vomited more onto her too-full plate. "You can't wear the hat because you're going to die someday." She found a new voice, this one treacly baby-talk. "I don't want dead things wearing my very special hat.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“After your performed the exorcism, how did you know that demon wasn't still in there, hiding? How do you know it didn't go in a hibernation state, quieting down to come out later, years and years later when no one would be around to help? Hey, how do you know if the wrong spirit left? What if you expelled the person's real spirit and only the demon's spirit was there to take its place? If I believed in any of that stuff, I'd be afraid that was going to happen to me.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Passage of time as a prop to the story, the story that has been told and retold so often it has lost its meaning, even to those of us who lived through it.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“Or maybe. Maybe. Maybe I'm just a lost, confused kid, scared of what's happening to me, to my family, to the world, and I hate school and I have no friends, and I spend my days sleeping with my iPod cranked up as loud as it'll go, trying not to go completely crazy, and with all that time alone I'm looking shit up on the Internet, looking up the same stuff over and over, and I memorize it all because I'm wicked smart, because I have to fill my head with something other than the ghosts.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“You believe because it’s easier than dealing with the idea that you just willingly watched a sick, troubled teenage girl purposefully choose to jump from a ledge.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“They can’t. They’ve been changed. There’s no going back. This is the fallacy of the good old days: not only are they gone and never coming back, they never existed in the first place. That’s the horror of existence. Change happens whether you want it to or not. Existence is by its very nature progressive. It continually asks, So now what? How are you going to live through this? How is anyone going to live through this?”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“And I remember thinking that all these stories started off sounding like the old fairy tales Mom and Dad used to tell me, and instead of witches putting kids in ovens and evil queens conjuring poisoned apples, the fathers and husbands were the monsters doing the unspeakable things to their families, and these stories all ended without anyone saving anybody.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“So heaven was this vague, uneasy, almost cartoonish concept, a confusing cultural mash up of puffy clouds, harps, winged Angel's, Golden sunlight, a giant hand that may or may not belong to a giant man with a flowing white beard named God.”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts

“I wanted to leave that room, that house, and I had a brief runaway fantasy where I ran away to California, which I’d never been to, to where all the Bigfoots were, and I’d disappear into the woods and live alone, become a rumor, an occasional blurred sighting. Father”
― Paul Tremblay, A Head Full of Ghosts