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Ghost 19 Ghost 19 by Simone St. James
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“I hated her, whoever she was, because she got roses and pot roast and Detective Challis in his shirtsleeves—how nice that would look—and I got to sit here, lonely and miserable, covered in biscuit crumbs and afraid of the dark.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“It is a bleak moment indeed when you realize that you don’t actually like yourself—that you’re the kind of person you wouldn’t want to be friends with. That you don’t know how you came to be that person, and you don’t know what to do about it.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“When I think of going out there, I think that maybe none of it is real, except me. And then I think that perhaps all of it is real, except me, and that’s much worse. Do you ever wonder that?”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“I knew that kind of weeping. I’d cried like that—not just put out, or angry, but a storm of emotion let loose in an unstoppable wash. It had all the marks of a cry done in secret, let out in that judicious moment when no one can see, when no one will know. A cry done on schedule so that no one around you is inconvenienced and life can go on. I’d cried like that in dressing rooms and on the fire escape of the apartment I’d lived in with Henry. All over America, women cry like that in toilets, in their cars, and on their back stoops every day.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“There were no pills, no alcohol, and no men in my system—none of my usual addictions. I was not imagining it. Something was there, and even though I couldn’t see it, I knew it wished me harm.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“My diagnosis is that you’ve had some overexcitement of the hysterical kind. It happens sometimes with unmarried women. I have pills here that will help you sleep.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19
“I think we can all agree that the mechanics in my head are faulty. The propellers are intermittent, and there’s a leak in one of the fuel lines.”
Simone St. James, Ghost 19