SAGE. A wise and Holy man who died a long time ago. No one modern qualifies.
Beauty isn’t made of sugar.
In addition, Master Twinkle seems convinced that someone is denying him a pair of stripey trousers.
I am a total zombie just after I wake up. It takes me half an hour even to get my eyes open. Ask anyone who knows me. I can’t see; I can’t talk properly; I can’t do anything without help. The only think I can do properly is think. And I know how to exploit my condition. I’ve had years of practice.
I seem to have excalibured this knife.
But I do think that when people say ‘a learning curve,’ they make a mistake. Learning to me always seems to go in a straight, ignorant line and then, every so often, takes a jump straight upward.
I could cut a star out of paper and drop it.
Doras II was a somewhat absentminded king, It is said, when Death came to summon him, Doras granted Death the usual formal audience and then dismissed him from his presence. Death was too embarrassed to return until many years later- Ka’a Orto’o, Gnomic Utterances.
You cannot rob robbers with a kitten in your hat!
As often happened, Charmain began to despair of getting her mother to understand. She’s not stupid, she just never lets her mind out, she thought.
It’s amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.
But whoever heard of enchanted bacon anyway?
Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.
All these things that crib and cab in your brain, in your imagination, are in fact things that might well in later life drive you insane.
Doors are very powerful things. Things are different on either side of them.
All power corrupts, but we need electricity.
It was odd. As a girl, Sophie would have shriveled with embarrassment at the way she was behaving. As an old woman, she did not mind what she did or said. She found that a great relief.
I’m dying of boredom,” Howl said pathetically. “Or maybe just dying.
By this time, half the people in High Norland were gathered in Royal Square to stare at the castle. They all watched with disbelief as the castle rose slightly into the air and glided toward the road that led southward. It was hardly more than an alley, really. “It’ll never fit!” people said. But the castle somehow squeezed itself narrow enough to drift away along it and out of sight. The citizens of High Norland gave it a cheer as it went.
Sophie and Howl were living – somewhat quarrelsomely it must be confessed, although they were said to be happiest that way – in the moving castle again.