The moonlight was enough. It would do.

Libraries are our friends.

So, if a city has a personality, maybe it also has a soul. Maybe it dreams.

Coraline opened the box of chocolates. The dog looked at them longingly. "Would you like one?" she asked the little dog. "Yes, please," whispered the dog. "Only not toffee ones. They make me drool." "I thought chocolates weren't very good for dogs," she said, remembering something Miss Forcible had once told her. "Maybe where you come from," whispered the little dog. "Here, it's all we eat.

It's easier to believe in aliens than in gods.

And there never was an apple, in Adam's opinion, that wasn't worth the trouble you got into for eating it.

I would feel infinitely more comfortable in your presence if you would agree to treat gravity as a law, rather than one of a number of suggested options.