Ghost Town Quotes

#1. With the mere click of a mouse, I can be put in my place but good via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Pinterest, or Google+, just to name a few. (But not MySpace, which has been a ghost town since 2008. I hope Tom's okay.)

Jen Lancaster

#2. Any town can die without actually drying up and blowing away. It can be as dead as a ghost town even with people still living in it." Gazing

Dean Koontz

#3. I was little the first time I heard the term "ghost town"; I fell immediately in love.

John Darnielle

#4. San Francisco can no longer afford to be a city divided between downtown and neighborhoods, with a downtown that becomes a ghost town when workers go home for the evening.

Gavin Newsom

#5. This is what they mean by 'ghost town', she thought. It truly feels like a place frozen in time

Jeremy Robinson

#6. The door was open; I stepped in. A ghost town with a ghost theater, yet the former grandness still evident, the gold wallpaper peeling, the velvet seats in attendant rows, though ripped and ruined. Why did I cry? Not because it was a wreck, but because I felt the history.

Dana Spiotta

#7. As I worked to rebuild the ghost town I had made, I felt keenly that my failure to help Timothy was really only the latest chapter in a lifelong history of inadequacy and powerlessness.

Michael Chabon

#8. The street looks like the set of a ghost town in an old western movie, but there are eyes everywhere.

Vikki Wakefield

#9. I'm not dissing you, I'm ignoring you there's a difference. Dissing you implies I actually think you're important. Claire - Ghost Town

Rachel Caine

#10. Love can be so hauntingly beautiful, waking up past selves that have been wandering aimlessly through the corridors of our soul, for far too long. When someone else can take us from the ghost-town of our inner-selves, to exciting new landscapes, it's worth the risk, just to feel reborn.

Jaeda DeWalt

#11. She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not ... you know, better."
"Define BETTER with that guy."
"Not all fangs and raaaaar.

Rachel Caine

#12. He was a nice guy, middle-aged, a little tired, like most doctors usually seemed to be, but he just nodded and said,
"Let me take a look at him. Shane?"
"I'm not dropping my pants," Shane said. "I just thought I'd say that up front.

Rachel Caine

#13. What happens, matters. Maybe only to us but it matters.

Tea Leoni

#14. Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say,
Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

Rachel Caine

#15. You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab.
"Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!

Rachel Caine

#16. Oh, Claire," he said. "You think me a far better man than I am. That's kind, and flattering."
"Are you saying that you -"
"Doughnuts!" Myrnin interrupted her and darted away, to zip back in seconds with an open box.

Rachel Caine

#17. Hey!" Claire called after him, as she leaned her backpack against the wall.
"No onions!"
"Your loss!"
"I meant for YOU! Not if you want to get kissed tonight!"
"Damn, girl. Harsh.

Rachel Caine

#18. I think so," she [Claire] said. "Just watch your back, okay?"
"Nah, Michael's got mine." He [Shane] looked straight into her eyes.
"I've got yours.

Rachel Caine

#19. Doorman: Good morning Mr. Peaknis
Mr. P.: Go to hell

Rachel Caine

#20. How'd you get to be so good at this?"
"I had a good teacher."
"Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass."
"I mean you, dummy."
"Oh.

Rachel Caine

#21. Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.

Rachel Caine

#22. Did you see my ninja move?That was fast, right?"
"You are not a ninja, Shane."
"I've watched all the movies. I just haven't gotten the certificate from the correspondence course yet.

Rachel Caine

#23. The Victorians, for instance, couldn't get five minutes' peace without falling over a ghost. So what has changed? Have all the spectres left town?

Jan-Andrew Henderson

#24. His friend had the capacity to refer to anything from majestic ghost gum forest in the Snowy Mountains to the sticky, dense rainforest of North Queensland as 'Bush'. If it wasn't a desert, a town or a city, then to Gary it was 'the Bush'.

GP Field

#25. Stop using him, and start protecting him. I know he thinks he doesn't need it, but sometimes he does. Sometimes we all do.

Rachel Caine

#26. I don't write under the ghost of Faulkner. I live in the same town and find his life and work inspiring, but that's it. I have a motorcycle and tool along the country lanes. I travel at my own speed.

Barry Hannah

#27. Promise me, Amelie, that you'll crucify me with silver before you allow me to fall in love."
"I hardly think there's any chance of that," Amelie said. "I doubt you have the capacity.

Rachel Caine

#28. Eric raised a questioning brow.

"Okay. Then I have to head back to town. Stop talking to me. I have to forget you're here."

"That seems a little rude."

"You're a ghost. Rudeness doesn't figure in.

J.J. Cook

#29. I never meant it," he was saying.
"Never meant it to happen. Can't stand it,
seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something ... What do I do? What can I do ... ?

Rachel Caine

#30. A little instruction in the elements of chartography - a little practice in the use of the compass and the spirit level, a topographical map of the town common, an excursion with a road map - would have given me a fat round earth in place of my paper ghost.

Mary Antin

#31. Bite me, Goth princess," Shane called from the back. "Not literally or anything."
"Maybe you should say that to Michael."
"Not funny, Eve," Michael said.
Eve raised her eyebrows and held her fingers up, measuring off about an inch. "Little bit," she said.

Rachel Caine

#32. Michael ... Michael got bitten. And now he's a vampire. But he doesn't remember becoming one, and that's a big problem. So if you see him, don't, you know, hug. He bites. He doesn't mean it, though.

Rachel Caine

#33. Is this your bedroom?" she asked, and turned to look at him. Myrnin straightened and jammed the big red floppy hat back on his head. The feathers waved back and forth.
"Don't get any ideas," he said. "I'm far too young and innocent for that kind of thinking.

Rachel Caine

#34. You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall.
"Love you, too, jackass!

Rachel Caine