“Organizing gods is like herding cats into straight lines. They don't take naturally to it.”

“I would like to see anyone, prophet, king or God, convince a thousand cats to do the same thing at the same time.”

“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.”

“She smiled again. "Do you like cat?" she said."Yes," said Richard. "I quite like cats."Anaesthesia looked relieved. "Thigh?" she asked, "or breast?”

“Then he smiled, like a cat who had just been entrusted with the keys to a home for wayward but plump canaries.”

“I thought I was your destination. Looks like I was just another stop on the line.”

“Why does she want me?" Coraline asked the cat. "Why does she want me to stay here with her?""She wants something to love, I think," said the cat. "Something that isn't her. She might want something to eat as well. It's hard to tell with creatures like that.”