The real world has no obligation to be convincing, so it throws up some very weird moments sometimes.

People pursue things. As soon as they have them they run away from them.

I do not threaten, I merely advise caution.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled.

Sister Mary chose that moment to come in with the tea. Satanist or not, she'd also found a plate and arranged some iced biscuits on it.

Truly, life is wasted on the living, Nobody Owens. For one of us is too foolish to live, and it is not I.

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