Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.

Now Coraline," said Miss Spink, "what's your name?" "Coraline," said Coraline. "And we don't know each other, do we?" Coraline looked at the thin young woman with black button eyes and shook her head slowly.

We have the right, and the obligation, to tell old stories in our own ways, because they are our stories.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.

I was a book-y child. I was much more book-y than dark.

For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on nothing until dancing was done.