How old are you?" asked Door. Richard was pleased she had asked; he would never have dared.
"As old as my tongue," said Hunter, primly, "and a little older than my teeth.

“If you only write when inspired, you may be a fairly decent poet, but you'll ne…”

“Can I help you?" said the footman. Richard had been told to fuck off and die wi…”

“It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser love…”

“[D]on't ever apologise to an author for buying something in paperback, or takin…”