That's the trouble with living things. Don't last very long. Kittens one day, old cats the next. And then just memories. And the memories fade and blend and smudge together.

“Hell may have all the best composers, but heaven has all the best choreographer…”

“Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she met made any sense.”

“I wished I could visit a Museum of Unnatural History, but, even so, I was glad …”

“Love belongs to Desire. And Desire is always Cruel. -Old Man”