The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin’s-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world.
– Neil Gaiman, Coraline, page 137
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Hardcover, 176 pages
Published July 1st 2002 by HarperCollins Publishers
She found herself to be quite worried that something would jump out at her, so she began to whistle. She thought it might make it harder for things to jump out at her if she was whistling.
– Neil Gaiman, Coraline, page 108
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Hardcover, 176 pages
Published July 1st 2002 by HarperCollins Publishers
For a moment she felt utterly dislocated. She did not know where she was; she was not entirely sure who she was. It is astonishing just how much of what we are can be tied to the beds we wake up in in the morning, and it is astonishing how fragile that can be.
– Neil Gaiman, Coraline, page 67
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Hardcover, 176 pages
Published July 1st 2002 by HarperCollins Publishers
Thanking all her lucky stars individually and by name, Cimorene twisted and scrambled to her feet, sword ready.
– Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons, page 110
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Hardcover, 212 pages
Published September 18th 1990 by HMH Books for Young Readers
Five of them lay on or sprawled over or curled around the various rocks and columns that filled the huge cave where Cimorene stood. Each of the males (there were three) had two short, stubby, sharp-looking horns on either side of their heads; the female dragon had three, one on each side and one in the center of her forehead. The last dragon was apparently still too young to have made up its mind which sex it wanted to be; it didn’t have any horns at all.
– Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons, pages 15-16
Version:
Hardcover, 212 pages
Published September 18th 1990 by HMH Books for Young Readers
“I didn’t ask what you’d said about it,” the frog snapped. “I asked what you’re going to do. Nine times out of ten, talking is a way of avoiding doing things.”
– Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons, page 10
Version:
Hardcover, 212 pages
Published September 18th 1990 by HMH Books for Young Readers
The King and Queen did the best they could. They hired the most superior tutors and governesses to teach Cimorene all the things a princess ought to know — dancing, embroidery, drawing, and etiquette. There was a great deal of etiquette, from the proper way to curtsy before a visiting prince to how loudly it was permissible to scream when being carried off by a giant.
– Patricia C. Wrede, Dealing with Dragons, page 2
Version:
Hardcover, 212 pages
Published September 18th 1990 by HMH Books for Young Readers
But here in the present, my mother and I had no choice but to move ahead. We worked hard, me at school, her at outselling all the other builders. We parted our hair cleanly and stood up straight, greeting company — and the world — with the smiles we practiced in the quiet of our now-too-big dream house full of mirrors that showed the smiles back. But under it all, our grief remained. Sometimes she took more of it, sometimes I did. But always, it was there.
– Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever, page 21
And suddenly I felt completely strange, like the distance between us was much much greater than what I could see from where I was standing.
– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby, Chapter 12
You would have thought I’d feel brittle too, being such a bitter, angry bitch. But I didn’t. I felt nothing, really, just the sense that now the circle I’d always kept small was a little smaller. Maybe Chris could be saved that easily. But not me. Never me.
– Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby, Chapter 6
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