I Think I Would Rather Be A

Delirium: 'what's The Name Of The Word For The Precise Moment When You Realize That You've Actually Forgotten How It Felt To Make Love To Somebody You Really Liked A Long Time Ago?' Dream: 'there Isn't One.' Delirium: 'oh. I Thought Maybe There Was.'

I Have No Plans To Love You," Said Coraline. "no Matter What. You Can't Make Me Love You.

You Know, I'm Normally So Sanguine. But... Being Accused Of Rushing These Two Books Out To Cash In On The Newbery Medal, Without Access To Time Travel Equipment Or Anything, Just Makes Me Want To Bang My Forehead Gently Against A Tree For Half An Hour. Is It Too Much To Ask People To Think?

When You Love Something You Just Don't Want To Stop Talking About It.

All Writers Have This Vague Hope That The Elves Will Come In The Night And Finish Any Stories.