Now, you people have names. Thatʼs because you donʼt know who you are. We know who we are, so we donʼt need names.”
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist’ but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten. —G. K. Chesterton
We were here before you rose We will be here when you fall.
Oh— my twitchy witchy girl I think you are so nice, I give you bowls of porridge And I give you bowls of ice Cream. I give you lots of kisses, And I give you lots of hugs
Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist’ but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.
They were both old and round, and they lived in their flat with a number of ageing Highland terriers[1] who had names like Hamish and Andrew and Jock.
Iʼll read the leaves, if you want,” said Miss Spink to Coraline. “Sorry?” said Coraline. “The tea leaves, dear. Iʼll read your future.”
Everything is coming up roses