Everything he had ever done that had been better left undone. Every lie he had told — told to himself, or told to others. Every little hurt, and all the great hurts. Each one was pulled out of him, detail by detail, inch by inch. The demon stripped away the cover of forgetfulness, stripped everything down to truth, and it hurt more than anything.
Neil GaimanYou know I love you,' said the other mother flatly. 'You have a very funny way of showing it,' said Coraline.
Neil GaimanPotentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful potentiality waiting to be shaped.
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