Stars on our door, stars in our eyes, stars exploding in the bits of our brains where the common sense should have been

What would the daughters of the rich do with themselves if the poor ceased to exist?

At the best of times, spring hurts depressives.

She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: 'I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!' She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven.

Drosselmeier had unwittingly exposed himself to an overdose of reality, and it had destroyed his reason.

His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbul - enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.