I couldn't get you to the ocean, but there was nothing stopping me bringing the ocean to you.

A disturbing novel about dreams and wishes, a nightmarish distaff monkey's paw of a book that it's impossible to forget. Lisa Tuttle remains our preeminent chronicler of family madness and desire.

Stories are the things that allow us to persuade each other that we're human.

I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that's the moment of death. It's a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.

I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.

The truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it.

I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave.