All cats are gray in the dark. And besides, her actions have less to do with her, and everything to do with you.

The many men, so beautiful!And they all dead did lie:And a thousand thousand slimy thingsLived on; and so did I.

Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies...” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.

We call them grunters. They're ghost hunters but grunters is more appropriate because most of them are pigs.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can't trust your own mind what can you trust?

From DW:I got it. “Here's the thing,” I said. "I'm not going to be the government's bitch.

Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping.

You can't let your light die out. Yours is the only light on my dark path. Without it, I will be forever lost.

Ivy!' I stammered, then glared at Kisten. 'You told Ivy? Thanks a hell of a lot. Want to call my mom next?

I rolled my eyes. To Jack I said, "Don't mind him, he's just mad no one likes him."Jonas clenched his jaw.

Is he following? Can you have a flaming gay moment or something and check?""Why do I have to be the flaming gay one?

There is no such thing as magic, supernatural, miracle; only something that's still beyond logic of the observer.

The supernatural is not as it claims, for it is inherently unnatural; it seeks to separate us from our natural world.

Rivera rubbed his temples. "Satan told you to do it?" he said wearily."No.""Elvis?""I told you, it's supernatural.

We understood it was possible to know things one was not supposed to know…” Lone Walk From Panther Creek.