Hasn’t anyone ever told you that the Devil, however he appears, is never a perfect gentleman?
In the study, The Book of Palimpsest was, for some reason, now open at “A Spell to Find Yourself a Handsome Prince.” Charmain shook her head and closed the book. “Who needs a prince?” she said.
It was Cesari’s most luscious cake, covered in cream and cherries and little curls of chocolate.
Charles liked poetry because the lines were so short. You could think your own thoughts in the spaces around the print.
She read a great deal, and very soon realized how little chance she had of an interesting future.
The job Chrestomanci has is to make sure this world isn’t run entirely by witches. Ordinary people have rights too.
The more I see of witchcraft, the more it seems just an easy way to be nasty.
You can’t be fussy when you’re off to seek your fortune.
Pudgy is comfortable,” said Julia. “It must be a nuisance to look like a china doll, the way you do.
I like you, too!” she blubbered at the top of her voice. “I do, I do. You’re a lovely Goon. You’re my favourite Goon in all the world!
It’s silly to let the bad things come out on top! The good, happy things are just as important. They just don’t seem to last. You want to catch them at their best and keep them if you can.
You can’t alter the past. The only thing you can alter is the future. People write stories pretending you can alter the past, but it can’t be done. All you can do to the past is remember it wrong or interpret it differently, and that’s no good to us.
People with nine lives are very important and very rare. They only happen when, for one reason or another, there are no counterparts of them living in any other world. Then the lives that would have been spread out over a whole set of worlds get concentrated in one person. And so do all the talents that those other eight people might have had.
He could not believe things could get any worse – so they had to get better.
You can’t blame that genie for hating everyone,” she said. “Think how you felt shut in that dungeon.
If it had not been time to get up, he would have gone straight back to the beginning and started reading the book again.
And seeing clearly that his princesses would not be able to walk on air as we djinns do, he first ordered me to steal a certain moving castle belonging to a wizard in this land of Ingary in which to house his brides, and then he ordered me to commence stealing princesses.
Janet had an odd air of being dressed up, rather than dressed.
Look at it! It’s ginger! I shall have to hide until it’s grown out! Despair! Anguish! Horror!
I shall die and then you’ll all be sorry.