But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?

It seemed to Coraline that it was crouching, and staring down at her, as if it were not really a house but only the idea of a house—and the person who had had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person.

Only the phoenix rises and does not descend. And everything changes. And nothing is truly lost.

The short story is still like the novel's wayward younger brother, we know that it's not respectable - but I think that can also add to the glory of it.

Delirium: 'What's the name of the word for the precise moment when you realize that you've actually forgotten how it felt to make love to somebody you really liked a long time ago?' Dream: 'There isn't one.' Delirium: 'Oh. I thought maybe there was.'

Why are we talking about this good and evil? They're just names for sides. We know that.

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.