I sometimes imagine I would like my ashes to be scattered in a library. But then the librarians would just have to come in early the next morning to sweep them up again, before the people got there.
I missed her, deeply, painfully. But life goes on.
I have no plans to love you, said Coraline. No matter what. You can't make me love you.
Go back? I don’t know. I think hell’s something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go. They’re doing the same things they always did. They’re doing it to themselves. That’s hell.
But...is that all there was? Is that all I get?Yes, I'm afraid so.
And on the subject of naming animals, can I just say how happy I was to discover that the word yeti, literally translated, apparently means that thing over there. (Quick, brave Himalayan Guide - what'...
All things want to open. You must feelthat need, and use it...And then, suddenly, she understands, and,somewhere in her heart, she lets it be what it wants to be...and it opens.