When things go wrong, this is what you should do. Make good art.

All good technology should be used to piss off people's parents.

Life - and I don't suppose I'm the first to make this comparison - is a disease: sexually transmitted, and invariably fatal.

My people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness. It's quiet.

Dreams are hopes, and echoes of hope.

I think most things are pretty magical, and that it's less a matter of belief than it is one of just stopping to notice.

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.