Howl backed into the door to shut it and leaned there in a tragic attitude. "Look at you all!" he said. "Ruin stares me in the face. I slave all day for you. And not one of you, even Calcifer, can spare time to say hello!"
Calcifer said, "I never do say hello."
"Is something wrong?" asked Sophie.
"That's better," Howl said. "Some of you are pretending to notice me at last. Yes, something is wrong."
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.
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.
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