Four specters haunt the poor - old age, accident, sickness and unemployment — David Lloyd George Copy Share Image
“Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city.” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There are some ill-willed specters who attack while in shadow form, sometimes while people are in bed.” — S.M Phillips Copy Share Image
“I can’t help but ask, “Do you know where you are?” She turns to me with a foreboding glare. “Do you?” — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomach in a hangman’s noose. It is this same… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right mind would point at this thing and say,… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
The Specters feast as vampires feast on blood, but the Specters’ food is attention. A conscious and informed interest in the world.… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
Four specters haunt the Poor - Old Age, Accident, Sickness and Unemployment. We are going to exorcise them. We are going to… — David Lloyd George Copy Share Image
“History doesn’t start with a tall building and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“She leaves my side and heads deeper into the apartment singing, “—if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
“We have come to live among specters, Sara tells herself. They are not people, but silhouettes sketched on a backdrop to deceive… — Harriet Doerr Copy Share Image
“I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and… — Nathan Reese Maher Copy Share Image
