Ghost Eaters Quotes

“I am the house. Every room is a chamber of my heart, every hallway an artery, every beam a bone.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Other animals sense danger and the need for self-preservation, but we’re the only ones who know death is coming. We know it’s there, always there, just waiting for us.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“What is a ghost? Is it a shadow of our past clinging to our present? I believe it’s our addictions. The habits we form that end up consuming us if we allow them to take over.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Did you know humans are the only creatures alive that know about death?”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“and there I was, caught in the crossfire, aware of how loud a house could be in the absence of sound.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

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― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“The past is never quite through with us, is it?”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“There is no light at the end of the tunnel. No angels singing. No pearly gates. There is only this life. Once it’s gone, our only hope for the afterlife is that our memories remain in the hearts of those still living. Those are the vessels we inhabit.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“When you build a house, you begin with a grave.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“There’s no escaping your own haunted house.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Wanna get haunted?”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Life is too short. But it doesn’t have to be.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Death is everywhere. They are everywhere.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“You can’t outrun what haunts you.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“This forced detox feels like an exorcism. They keep me bound to my bed and all I want is to break free, but they won’t let me go until I’m clean.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“But the ghosts never go away. Drugs won’t stop them—I know this already. The dead are always in the room. So I look away. It’s all I can do. I try to pretend they’re not there, staring back. Reaching out for me.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Along with a bevy of antibiotics and antifungal drugs, the doctors try to handle my “hallucinations” with Haloperidol. Keep me sedate with Lorazepam. Benzodiazepine.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Growing. I can’t stop repeating it: There are mushrooms growing inside my body. How does someone—how can anyone—survive that?”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“But the real headline is that I have a fungal infection—Psilocybe cubensis, I overhear one of the doctors say. Mushrooms are growing in my blood.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“This can’t be happening, none of this is happening, I’m trapped in this trip—”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“Please Jesus, I pray, I promise never to take another drug for as long as I live. Just let me get through this. Let me ride this out and I swear I’ll never dose on Ghost for the rest of my life.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“No more dosing. That’s a promise. I, Erin Hill, do solemnly swear to go cold turkey. I’ll stay the night in my old bedroom and head out in the morning. I just want to get— haunted —some rest.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“They still don’t see the Monacan as he greedily laps up what I’ve just regurgitated”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“I can feel my eyeballs swelling and popping out of my skull, floating into the air like balloons tethered to my body by optic nerves.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“I can feel my eyeballs swelling and popping out of my skull, floating into the air like balloons”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“can feel my eyeballs swelling and popping out of my skull, floating into the air like balloons tethered to my body by optic nerves.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“God, I could pack my whole wardrobe in those bags under your eyes,” Mom mutters.”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters

“I keep coming up on recollections of him as I wander through the living room, like loose change buried in the couch cushions:”
― Clay McLeod Chapman, Ghost Eaters