I think I love my dreaming process because one of the things that my dreaming process does is sort out stories for me.

He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted.

It’s an artist’s job to show people the world they live in. We hold up mirrors.

You could fire a machine gun randomly through the pages of Lord of the Rings and never hit any women.

You see with your eyes. This means you can be misled by charm, by outward appearance. By webs of glamour, by surface pretences. I do not see with my eyes. I see good and I see evil. Nothing else.

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

Adults should not weep, I knew. They did not have mothers who would comfort them.