“Did you know there are thirty-two names for love in one of the Eskimo languages?" August said. "And we just have this one. We are so limited, you have to use the same word.”

“We are so limited, you have to use the same word for loving Rosaleen as you do for loving Coke with peanuts. Isn't that a shame we don't have many more ways to say it?”

“If eskimos can come up with fifty words for snow because its a matter of life and death, why do we have just one word for love?”

“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.”

“Language is a poor enough means of communication as it is. So we should use all the words we have.”

“We each have words for "love" in our languages. What would the world look like if we acted on that one word for humanity's sake?”