"Houses...are alive. This is something we know. News from our nerve endings. If we're quiet, if we listen, we can hear houses breath. Sometimes, in the depth of the night, you can even hear them groan. It's as if they were having bad dreams. A good house cradles and comforts, a bad one fills us with instinctive unease. Bad houses hate our warmth and our human-ness. That blind hate of our humanity is what we mean when we use the word 'haunted'."
— Joyce Reardon
"I've got the makings of a good group. But these people are candles. Annie Wheaton's a searchlight. If anyone can wake up Rose Red, she can."
— Joyce Reardon
"You could get out of the way or you could get run over; those were the options. In the summer of 1909, you were on your own."
— Joyce Reardon
"How beautiful you are, Rose Red."
— Ellen Rimbauer
"Rose Red won't let you have what you want, Joyce. It won't let anyone have what they want. Ellen Rimbauer designed it to break hearts as hers was broken, to hurt as she was hurt."
— Nick
"Sweetheart, taking Annie into a genuinely haunted house? I mean, that's like using your cigarette lighter to see how full your gas tank is!"
— George Wheaton
" I feel remarkably well today, Carl. In spite of all your crap. And this, this is the world we live in... and experience with our senses. Skin, smooth and rational. Where every cause has an effect and can be predicted with database at hand. There's a world under that world. Blood, under the skin. That's what rationalistic asses like you never see. It's liquid instead of solid. Hot instead of just warm. It is a world full of mystery. You don't like it, do you? No. Don't give me your bull about bond issues and busted programs. You're afraid of what's under the skin. But I'm not. Do you hear me, Carl? I'm not."
— Joyce Reardon
