"You have an instinct, Sophie, that's how," said Howl. "Nothing is safe from you. If I were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later — probably sooner — I'd look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I'd be disappointed in you if I didn't see you."
"Are you off to the iceberg today?" Sophie retorted.
When you’re old, all you want to do is stare at the scenery. It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful before.
A fickle heart is the only constant in the world.
Doors are very powerful things. Things are different on either side of them.
Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he’s really in love, and not before.
He lied about that. He didn’t want to annoy you. He’s a slitherer-outer, if you know what I mean, Your Majesty.
Some people are thoroughly self-centred. This thing goes with me. I need it for moral support.
What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?
“You’ll be the death of me! You’re as heartless as Howl!” Calcifer choked.
Sophie listened and felt sad. Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.
I’m the best and cleanest witch in Ingary.
But I discovered that people like me — they do, you know, if you like them — and then it was all right.
I could cut a star of paper and drop it.
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