She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

“I'm a stranger," pointed out Bod."You're not," she said, definitely. "You're a …”

“Potentially evil. Potentially good, too, I suppose. Just this huge powerful pot…”

“What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a to…”

“There's a but, isn't there?" said Coraline. "I can feel it. Like a rain cloud.”