Small children believe themselves to be gods, or some of them do, and they can only be satisfied when the rest of the world goes along with their way of seeing things.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

How big are souls anyway?" asked Coraline. The other mother sat down at the kitchen table and leaned against the back wall, saying nothing. She picked at her teeth with a long crimson-varnished fingernail, then she tapped the finger, gently, tap-tap-tap against the polished black surface of her black button eyes.

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

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.

There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud.

You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime.