Every lover is, in his heart, a madman, and, in his head, a minstrel.

So, you figure they won't notice you're back?" sneered the marquis. "Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?

And because nobody's done it before, they haven't made up rules to stop anyone doing that again, yet.

Richard opened his hand, and the key stared up at him from his palm. "By my crooked teeth," asked Richard, remembering, "who am I?

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

How big are souls anyway?" asked Coraline. The other mother sat down at the kitchen table and leaned against the back wall, saying nothing. She picked at her teeth with a long crimson-varnished fingernail, then she tapped the finger, gently, tap-tap-tap against the polished black surface of her black button eyes.