You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.

Whatever you don’t want to clean, better hide it now!

I want you to scatter my bed sheets with me.

I tidied up the bedroom, but I don’t mind if you mess up the sheets with me.

I made a big mess today. I think you’ll have to give me a big spanking tonight…

We are not afraid to look under the bed, or to wash the sheets; we know that life is messy. We know that somebody has to clean it up, and that only if it is cleaned up can we hope to start over, and get better.

It’s a reminder for anyone who needs it including myself;
There ain’t anything wrong about falling apart,
Just take it as a beautiful chance for you; to rebuild yourself all over again and to recreate a new version of you who doesn’t know what it means to give up on the person you’re becoming …

It’s painful and it’s messy. But sometimes you just have to make the break and start again.

Oopsie! I had a poopsie!

It wasn’t my war, Colonel. I’m here to clean up the mess.

Our relationship was like my music, chopped up, screwed up.

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! ‘Well, he’s fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,’ she said. ‘Half the time I think he doesn’t care what happens to anyone as long as he’s alright–but then I find out how awfully kind he’s been to someone. Then I think he’s kind just when it suits him–only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don’t know, Your Majesty. He’s a mess.’