I don't know much more than I did when I was alive. Most of the stuff I know now that I didn't know then I can't put into words.

People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

You know I love you,' said the other mother flatly. 'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.

You don't get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

I'm never, I hope, stupid enough to believe that Twitter or blogging or any of this stuff is a substitute for actually doing the work or writing a book.

I really like being able to laugh at my own jokes.

And weren't, when you got right down to it, particularly evil. Human beings mostly aren't. They just get carried away by new ideas, like dressing up in jackboots and shooting people, or dressing up in white sheets and lynching people, or dressing up in tie-dye jeans and and playing guitar at people. Offer people a new creed with a costume and their hearts and minds will follow.