Sometimes fiction is a way of coping with the poison of the world in a way that lets us survive it.

“Remember your name. Do not lose hope--what you seek will be found. Trust ghosts…”

“I just want you to know,' said the girl, coldly, 'that whoever you are and what…”

“Now Coraline," said Miss Spink, "what's your name?""Coraline," said Coraline."A…”

“What happens next?”