The important thing to understand about American history$$$ wrote Mr. Ibis$$$ in his leather-bound journal$$$ is that it is fictional$$$ a charcoal-sketched simplicity for the children$$$ or the easily bored.

And then he'd tried to become an official Atheist and hadn't got the rock-hard self-satisfied strength of belief even for that.

The cat wrinkled its nose and managed to look unimpressed. "Calling cats$$$" it confided$$$ "tends to be a rather overrated activity. Might as well call a whirlwind."

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.

The world seemed to shimmer a little at the edges.

I'll find you. Don't worry. Just be on your own and I'll find you.

Does it make you feel big to make a little boy cry?

You know I love you$$$ said the other mother flatly.<br/>"You have a very funny way of showing it$$$" said Coraline.

Fear is contagious. You can catch it. Sometimes all it takes is for someone to say that they're scared for the fear to become real. Mo was terrified$$$ and now Nick was too.

Nothing's changed. You'll go home. You'll be bored. You'll be ignored. No one will listen to you$$$ really listen to you. You're too clever and too quiet for them to understand. They don't even get your name right.