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

Tomorrow may be hell, but today was a good writing day, and on the good writing days nothing else matters.

They were having an argument as old and comfortable as an armchair, the kind of argument that no one ever really wins or loses but which can go on forever, if both parties are willing.

My parents would frisk me before family events. Before weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs, and what have you. Because if they didn't, then the book would be hidden inside some pocket or other and as soon as whatever it was got under way I'd be found in a corner. That was who I was...that was what I did. I was the kid with the book.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.

If people are standing up there saying, my football team just won with help from God, then obviously God just pissed over the other team.

Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.