Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.– Siegfried Sassoon
And when he had crossed the bridge, the phantoms came to meet him.– Bram Stoker
His mind was betraying him. Phantoms not heard from in a thousand years rousing slowly from their sleep.– Cormac McCarthy
In my mind I lead a phantom’s life. My neighbor makes me real.– Marty Rubin