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: [From trailer
] A house as old as this one becomes, in time, a living thing. It starts holding onto things... keeping them alive when they shouldn't be. Some of them are good; some of them bad... Some should never be spoken about again.
: [from trailer
] Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly
: You're so... different. Edith Cushing
: From who? Thomas Sharpe
: She knows everything. She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge. Thomas Sharpe
: Lucille, stop it! Do we have to do this? Must we? Lucille Sharpe
: The nearest house is miles away, and the closest town is a half day's walk.
: There is nothing to hold us in America. Edith Cushing
: I see. Thomas Sharpe
: Your novel. I read the new chapters and having delivered it in the morning. Will you still like to know my thoughts? Edith Cushing
: If we must. Thomas Sharpe
: It's absurdly sentimental. The aches that you describe with such earnestness, the pain, the loss. You clearly have not lived it at all. In fact, you only seem to know what other writers tell. Edith Cushing
: That's enough! Thomas Sharpe
: You insist on describing the torments of love when you clearly know NOTHING about them. I'M NOT DONE YET! What do you dream on? A kind man?A pure soul to be redeemed? Affection? Affection has no place in love, Edith. I advise you to return to your ghosts and fancies, the sooner the better. You know precious little about the human heart or love or the pain that comes with. You are nothing but a SPOILED CHILD!
: I cannot leave you here. In fact, I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine, and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die.
: [about to dance
] I've always closed my eyes to things that made me uncomfortable. It makes everything easier. Edith Cushing
: I don't want to close my eyes. I want to keep them open.
: [entering his mansion
] Goodness. How many rooms are there? Thomas Sharpe
: I don't know. Would you like to count them?