I remembered something somebody had once said to me. It's okay. Everyday is freshly ground.

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on.

The Lord of Dreams learns that one must change or die, and makes his decision

Dahling, when God put teeth in your mouth, he ruined a perfectly good arsehole.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

It's astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself into, if one works at it. And astonishing how much trouble one can get oneself out of, if one assumes that everything will, somehow or other, work out for the best.

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.