She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said. "Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats." Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?

You can't trust other people. If it's important, you have to do it yourself.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once.

I know that this is the internet, and we're all anonymous and all that, but really. It doesn't hurt to try to be nice.

She smiled at Coraline, as if it had been a very long time since she had smiled and she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how.

And so there is magic.