I look away, but we've caught each other. And I know this wasn't just a ghost story to him, even if it was to the others.

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out?

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

Did you mean what you said before? About the dead hanging around? You really believe it?

And when whatever happened in that barn happened, it was a moment I’ll never forget. Like a missing key slid into a dusty old lock. Click. My world opened.

The tragedy of life is when you do not know what to do with time

When you are pushed to the wall, you will act and do things you have never done before.

Good part about life is everyone is broken...

The next time someone chides you for using your intuition, inform them that you are just checking in with the 96 percent of the universe that can’t be counted up, analyzed or measured.

A film is - or should be - more like music than like fiction. It should be a progression of moods and feelings. The theme, what's behind the emotion, the meaning, all that comes later.

I feel it was just a few years ago I was running around in short pants

People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times.

It's a pretty big shock to realise that the only people you can identify with are psychopathic killers.

Great companies don't throw money at problems, they throw ideas at problems.

Poor conceited humanity! Interpreters of God indeed.