"I daresay she is as proud of you as I am. We are two old ladies who both had a hand in forming you. You are, one might say, our joint creation."
"Don't you think I did any of me myself, then?" Howl asked. "Put in just a few touches of my own?"
"A few, and those not altogether to my liking," Mrs Pentstemmon replied.
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.
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.
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