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Coraline wondered why so few of the adults she had met made any sense. She sometimes wondered who they thought they were talking to.
“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.”
“when you’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
These things—even the thing in the cellar—were illusions, things made by the other mother in a ghastly parody of the real people and real things on the other end of the corridor. She could not truly make anything, decided Coraline. She could only twist and copy and distort things that already existed.
