The truth is, it's not the idea, it's never the idea, it's always what you do with it.

I love making things. I love building things. I love the idea that something's in the world that wasn't there before.

It seemed to Coraline that it was crouching, and staring down at her, as if it were not really a house but only the idea of a house—and the person who had had the idea, she was certain, was not a good person.