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

As far as I'm concerned, the world is composed of stories. For architects, the world is composed of buildings, for actors the world is composed of theatres, or whatever... For me, the world is simply composed of stories, when I look, that's what I see.

I felt very much like a hooker who had just been told she was a lady of the evening.

The price of getting what you want, is getting what once you wanted.

You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is finished.

There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.

That doesn't happen," she explained. "Stars fall. They don't go back up again." "You could be the first," he told her.