I must be haunted, I can see my ghost smelling the sunflowers, while what possess me wants to hide me from tender love songs and sunny blossoms.

When I kissed the moon, it got shy and went behind the sun, creating a beautiful lunar eclipse.

Minds are meant to fall in love, so hearts shall not be betrayed.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

It had begun to be present to him after the first fortnight, it had broken out with the oddest abruptness, this particular wanton wonderment: it met him there--and this was the image under which he himself judged the matter, or at least, not a little, thrilled and flushed with it--very much as he might have been met by some strange figure, some unexpected occupant, at a turn of one of the dim passages of an empty house. The quaint analogy quite hauntingly remained with him, when he didn't indeed rather improve it by a still intenser form: that of his opening a door behind which he would have made sure of finding nothing, a door into a room shuttered and void, and yet so coming, with a great suppressed start, on some quite erect confronting presence, something planted in the middle of the place and facing him through the dusk.

Charleston is an extraordinary place. There is a deep connection between the residents and nearly three hundred and fifty years of history, and those ties between daily life and the distant past are strengthened by the occasional glimpse beyond the veil.