There’s a brotherhood of people who read and who care about books.
There was no moon, but the night sky was a riot of crisp and glittering autumn stars.
There was a passport in his bag, money in his pocket. There was a smile dancing on his lips, although it was a wary smile, for the world is a bigger place than a little graveyard on a hill; and there...
There was a birthday present waiting to be read, a boxed set of the Narnia books, which I took upstairs. I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other peop...
There is nothing down here,' said the pale thing indistinctly. 'Nothing but dust and damp and forgetting.
There is a proverbial saying chiefly concerned with warning against too closely calculating the numerical value of un-hatched chicks.
There are things you cannot throw away, things you cannot leave for your loved ones to find when you are gone. Things you have to burn.
There are sneaking,creeping, crumplingnoises coming frominside the walls.
There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.
There are choices, she thought, when she had sat long enough. There are always choices.
The universe knows someone is missing, and slowly it attempts to replace him.
The thing was white, and huge, and swollen. Monstrous, thought Coraline, but also miserable.
The squirrel has not yet found the acorn that will grow into the oak that will be cut to form the cradle of the babe that will grow to slay me.
The old religion is what gets the crops up and keeps your cock hard and makes sure that nobody builds a bloody great motorway through an area of outstanding natural beauty. The Gateway stands, and the...
The names are the first things to go, after the breath has gone, and the beating of the heart. We keep our memories longer than our names.
The important thing about songs is that they're just like stories. They don't mean a damn unless there's people listenin' to them.
The WorldYou know the saddest thing, she said. The saddest thing is that we're you. I said nothing.In your fantasies, she said, my people are just like you. Only better. We don't die or age or suffer...
The TV's the altar. I'm what people are sacrificing to.''What do they sacrifice?' asked Shadow.'Their time, mostly,' said Lucy. 'Sometimes each other.
The PriestessHer skin was pale, and her eyes were dark, and her hair was dyed black. She went on a daytime talk show and proclaimed herself a vampire queen. She showed the cameras her dentally crafted...
That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger. That's as maybe. But that which does kill us, kills us, and ain't that a bitch...