He had read books, newspapers and magazines. He knew that if you ran away you sometimes met bad people who did bad things to you; but he had also read fairy tales, so he knew that there were kind people out there, side by side with the monsters.

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.

The imagination is a muscle. If it is not exercised, it atrophies.

You shone like a star. The funniest, wisest writer & the finest friend

I'm probably slightly more famous than I've been comfortable with. Famous enough to have my phone calls returned is about as famous as I want to be.

It doesn't matter that I can't remember the details any longer: death happened to her. Death happens to all of us.

When you love something you just don't want to stop talking about it.