There are three things, and three things only, that can lift the pain of mortality and ease the ravages of life. These are wine, women and song.

He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man had been called.

Bod shrugged. "So?" he said. "It's only death. I mean, all of my best friends are dead.

Why does she want me?" Coraline asked the cat. "Why does she want me to stay here with her?" "She wants something to love, I think," said the cat. "Something that isn't her. She might want something to eat as well. It's hard to tell with creatures like that.

Now me,” said Mr. Vandemar. “What number am I thinking of?” “I beg your pardon?” “What number am I thinking of?” repeated Mr. Vandemar. “It’s between one and a lot,” he added, helpfully.

I hope you'll make mistakes. If you're making mistakes, it means you're out there doing something.

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