There’s an enormous library, which boasts a copy of every book in the world – and many more from other worlds as well.
Howl preferred Miss Angorian.
The best advice for dealing with cats is: Always greet them politely. Don’t make an unnecessary fuss over them. Be on the alert for signs they want to communicate with you. Never, ever laugh at them! If you’re lucky, you might just find that your cat will decide that you are a magical person worthy of attention. Or then again, maybe they’d just like some fish.
If you annoy me, watch out! I shall put you in a book as a baddie and then make people laugh at you.
In this world people are used to doing by magic what we do by science.
My word, he’s ugly!′ Howl said. ‘Chip off the old block.
As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.
My impression,” said the King, “was that Howl is an unprincipled, slippery rogue with a glib tongue and a clever mind. Would you agree?
Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol. “No, no!” she said. “Howl has been very kind to me.” And this was true, Sophie realized. Howl showed his kindness rather strangely, but, considering all Sophie had done to annoy him, he had been very good to her indeed.
It’s like life,” Clennen said. “You may wonder what goes on inside, but what matters is the look of it and the kind of performance we give.
I feel ill. I’m going to bed, where I may die. – Howl.
Howl conjured another wad of handkerchiefs and glowered at Sophie over them out of eyes that were now red-rimmed and watery. Then he stood up. ‘I feel ill,’ he announced. ‘I’m going to bed, where I may die.
He is real, in his own way,” Ann pointed out. “After all, what’s real? How do you know I’m real, or if you are?
These,” Hern said, “are the bodies of two kings. They were killed in senseless hatred, when both had lost nearly all they had. Someone is coming up the River who knows of this, and it pleases him very much. This will make it easy for him to suck out our souls, and the soul of this land, and rule us as his slaves.
She held one of her father’s huge juicy pasties in one hand and munched it as she read. Crumbs kept falling on her book and she brushed them off with the pasty when they fell on the page she was reading.
In fact, I had time to be maddened by Christopher generally. He would keep calling me “Grant” in that superior way, and there were times when I wanted to hit him for it, or shout that it was only my alias, or – anyway he really annoyed me. Then he would say something that doubled me up with laughter and I discovered I liked him again. It was truly confusing.
When there’s need enough, a way can often be found.
What made me think I wanted life to be interesting?
Sophie scrubbed on vigorously. “You’ll be much happier when it’s all nice and clean,” she said. “But I’m miserable now!” Michael protested.
We can’t all be Mad Hatters,” said Howl.