You’re going back?” asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. “You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian.” “I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have other things to protect.

Coraline patted its hairless head. . . 'Poor thing,' she said. 'You're just a thing she made and then threw away.'The thing nodded vigorously; as it nodded, the left button-eye fell off and clattered on to the concrete floor.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

You can't run away from home without destroying somebody's world.

All fire burns, little baby. You’ll learn.