Howl’s very fickle,” said Calcifer. “He’s only interested until the girl falls in love with him. Then he can’t be bothered with her.
Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.
May I remind you, Howard, that mens means “the mind” and mensa means “a table”? But I expect in your case the two things are the same. No, no, don’t scratch your head, boy. You’ll get splinters.
I feel ill,” he announced. “I’m going to bed, where I may die.
I hate dialect. It gets in the way. If there is a need for dialect, you can render it quite easily by reproducing the rythm of that form of speech. Then you don’t need to bother with silly spellings.
Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?” “Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell myself I’m not doing it!
Sophie got out the modish black-and-white, which was the only hat even remotely likely to interest this lady. The lady looked at it with contempt. “This one doesn’t do anything for anybody. You’re wasting my time, Miss Hatter.” “Only because you came in and asked for hats,” Sophie said.
I was meaning to be kind to you this evening, but you make it very difficult.
Or had Howl slithered out so hard that he had come out right behind himself and turned out what most people would call honest?
O most excellent of carpets,” he said, “O brightest-colored and most delicately woven, whose lovely textile is so cunningly enhanced with magic, I fear I have not treated you hitherto with proper respect. I have snapped commands and even shouted at you, where I now see that your gentle nature requires only the mildest of requests. Forgive, oh, forgive!
Go to bed, you fool,” Calcifer said sleepily. “You’re drunk.” “Who, me?” said Howl. “I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.
Where’s school?” he shrieked at her. “I’m missing cricket practice!” For half an hour after that the hospital was in total confusion, while everyone tried to catch a five-foot corpse clothed mostly in a flying sheet, which raced up and down the corridors shrieking that it was missing cricket practice.
The silence became uneasy. It was broken by the elderly princess saying, “The most distressing thing about being up here above the clouds is that there is no weather to make conversation out of.
Derk was sick of falling backward into his trench, but he never had time to invent a different way of being killed.
Apply your fiendish mind to the matter,” said Howl. “Or even think, if you know how.
It seems that Fate has decreed that I live through my entire daydream in reality!
What’s the good of being civilized, that’s what I’d like to know? It just means other people can break the rules and you can’t.
Howl said, “I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more eventful than any story made it sound, though she was determined to try.
He lied about that. He didn’t want to annoy you. He’s a slitherer-outer, if you know what I mean, Your Majesty.
You’ve rotted your mind with reading books.