You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

Write your story as it needs to be written. Write it honestly, and tell it as best you can. I'm not sure that there are any other rules. Not ones that matter.

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

It won't hurt, said her other father. Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn't hurt it almost always did. She shook her head.

The only advice I can give you is what you're telling yourself. Only, maybe you're too scared to listen.

It's a wonderful thing, as a writer, to be given parameters and walls and barriers.

Goodnight world. While I sleep, I hope you'll all continue to do whatever it is you do. Unless you murder sleeping authors. Don't do that.