As a girl, Sophie was scared of all dogs. Even as an old woman, she was quite alarmed by the two rows of white fangs in the creature’s open jaws. But she said to herself, ‘The way I am now, it’s scarcely worth worrying about,’ and felt in her sewing pocket for her scissors. She reached into the hedge with the scissors and sawed away at the rope round the dog’s neck.
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.
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.
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