I have no plans to love you," said Coraline. "No matter what. You can't make me love you.
You can't make me love you.
She smiled at Coraline, as if it had been a very long time since she had smiled and she had almost, but not quite, forgotten how.
I will be brave, thought Coraline. No, I am brave.
Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she met made any sense.
Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.
It won't hurt, said her other father. Coraline knew that when grown-ups told you something wouldn't hurt it almost always did. She shook her head.
The sky had never seemed so sky; the world had never seemed so world.
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
Even the proudest spirit can be broken with love.