“Who knows what goes on in the mind of a cat?”
“What sort of philosophers are we, who know absolutely nothing of the origin and destiny of cats?”
“We live in an age when the mice are hunting the cats...nobody knows who are the mice and who the cats.”
“Who in their right mind wonders how a cat takes his coffee?”
“What's your name,' Coraline asked the cat. 'Look, I'm Coraline. Okay?''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.”
“All writing is garbage. People who come out of nowhere to try and put into words any part of what goes on in their minds are pigs. ”