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Monday, January 13, 2014

Ghost Monday

It’s a random, discombobulated kind of Monday morning. Yeah. I know. Aren’t they all?
“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road 
“The house smelled musty and damp, and a little sweet, as if it were haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies.”
Neil Gaiman, American Gods
“Now I know what a ghost is. Unfinished business, that's what.”
Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
“I wouldn't describe myself as lacking in confidence, but I would just say that -- the ghosts you chase you never catch.” 
John Malkovich


Concrete Blonde ― Ghost of a Texas Ladies Man

Robyn Hitchcock ― Trams of Old London

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