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“Mirrors,' she said, 'are never to be trusted.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“We are small but we are many
We are many we are small
We were here before you rose
We will be here when you fall”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“I was kidnapped by aliens, they came down from outer space with ray guns, but I fooled them by wearing a wig and laughing in a foreign accent, and I escaped.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“We have eyes and we have nerveses
We have tails we have teeth
You'll all get what you deserveses
When we rise from underneath.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“We have teeth and we have tails
We have tails we have eyes
We were here before you fell
We will be here when you rise.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Cats don’t have names,�� it said.

“No?�� said Coraline.

“No,�� said the cat. “Now, you people have names. That’s because you don’t know who you are. We know who we are, so we don’t need names.��

There was something irritatingly self-centered about the cat, Coraline decided. As if it were, in its opinion, the only thing in any world or place that could possibly be of any importance.

Half of her wanted to be very rude to it; the other half of her wanted to be polite and deferential. The polite half won.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Small world," said Coraline. "It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“The boy with the dirty face stood up and hugged Coraline tightly. 'Take comfort in this,' he whispered. 'Th'art alive. Thou livest.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?"
"Easy," said the cat. "Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it."
"Small world," said Coraline.
"It's big enough for her," said the cat. "Spider's webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Being brave doesn't mean you aren't scared. Being brave means you are scared, really scared, badly scared, and you do the right thing anyway.”
― Neil Gaiman

“I'm an explorer, -thought Coraline to herself.- And I need all the ways out of here that I can get. So I shall keep walking.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“And then, in a skittering, chittering rush, it came. The hand, running high on its fingertips, scrabbled through the tall grass and up onto a tree stump. It stood there for a moment, like crab tasting the air, and then it made one triumphant, nail-clacking leap onto the center of the tablecloth.
Time slowed for Coraline. The white fingers closed around the black key....”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“There," she said, waving her hands at the corridor. The expression of delight on her face was a very bad thing to see."You're wrong! You don't know where your parents are, do you?" she turned and looked at Coraline. "Now," she said, "you're going to stay here for ever and always.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“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.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Tenho consciência de ser autêntica e procuro superar todos os dias minha própria personalidade, despedaçando dentro de mim tudo que é velho e morto, pois lutar é a palavra vibrante que levanta os fracos e determina os fortes.
O importante é semear, produzir milhões de sorrisos de solidariedade e amizade.
Procuro semear otimismo e plantar sementes de paz e justiça.
Digo o que penso, com esperança.
Penso no que faço, com fé.
Faço o que devo fazer, com amor.
Eu me esforço para ser cada dia melhor, pois bondade também se aprende!”
― Cora Coralina

“How big are souls anyway?”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“The thing looked around vacantly with its one eye, as if it had lost her. Finally it saw her, and, as if making a great effort, it opened its mouth once more and said in a wet, urgent voice, 'Run, child . . . She is pushing pushing me so hard to hurt you. I cannot fight her.'
'You can, said Coraline. 'Be brave.'

She looked around: the thing that had once been the other father was between her and the steps up and out of the cellar. She started edging along the wall, heading towards the steps. The thing twisted bonelessly until one eye was facing her. It seemed to be getting bigger now, and more awake. 'Alas,' it said. 'I cannot.'

Coraline had a single heartbeat in which to react. She could only think of two things to do. Either she could scream, and try to run away, and be chased around a badly lit cellar by the huge grub-thing - be chased until it caught her. Or she could do something else.

So she did something else.

As the thing reached her, Coraline put out her hand and closed it around the thing's remaining button-eye, and she tugged, as hard as she knew how.”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Nessuno che sia minimamente ragionevole crede ai fantasmi. Sono tutti dei gran bugiardi”
― Neil Gaiman

“Το ορκίζομαι", είπε η άλλη μητέρα. "Το ορκίζομαι στο μνήμα της ίδιας μου της μητέρας".

"Έχει μνήμα;" ρώτησε η Κόραλαϊν.

"Ω,ναι" είπε η άλλη μητέρα. "Εγώ η ίδια την έβαλα μέσα. Κι όταν την πήρα χαμπάρι να προσπαθεί να βγει σκάβοντας με τα δάχτυλα, την ξανάβαλα".”
― Neil Gaiman, Coraline

“Now, you people have
names. That's because you don't know who you
are. We know who we are, so we don't need
names.”
― Neil Gaiman

“- Fuggi, finché hai aria nei polmoni e sangue nelle vene e possiedi ancora la tua mente e la tua anima -
- Io non scappo �� disse Coraline �� I miei genitori ce li ha lei. E io sono venuta a riprendermeli -
- Ah, ma lei ti terrà qui finché i giorni non diventeranno polvere, le foglie cadranno e gli anni passeranno uno dopo l’altro come il tic-tac tic-tac di un orologio -
- No �� disse Coraline �� Non lo farà.”
― Neil Gaiman

“Coraline, my Coraline, your hair so bright it lit the stars.
Coraline, my Coraline, when you died you left us blind.”
― Florin-Marian Hera, BEFORE INC.WE935.I57.N211

“Oh, for goodness sake!" said Carmen. "It's just a book! You are all just going to have to toughen up!”
― Jenny Colgan, Midnight at the Christmas Bookshop