Insomnia has this romantic way of making the moon feel like perfect company.

What a strange family you are! Is your name Lettie too?

I was born to strange sights. Things invisible to see… I know where all past years are, and who cleft the Devil’s foot.

It is strange to be known so universally and yet to be so lonely.

It’s strange. He can unsettle me… or make me happy… …with just a few.

He’s an odd child.

There’s something about his waves that I find rather strange.

Strangely enough, when you get older, the things you didn’t understand when you were a child… start to make sense. “When this happened, I should

That’s so strange, I can’t get Calcifer going!

It’s all so familiar yet I know I’ve never been here before. I feel so at home.

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.

You stay up until 3am – the time when the fine lines start to get blurry. You found yourself standing on the edge. You think you’re not supposed to be there so you jumped and crossed the line. You’ve come to a place where the voices are much louder…where the words are much clearer. It’s a place where the harmless things hurt you. It is where you wonder why the sea-like decisions you’ve made and the copper-like smiles has led you to loathe yourself. You wonder why your skin suddenly craves the feeling of metal. You laugh. Because it’s 3am- the time when salts and metals come together… the time when tears and blood embrace.

It’s a strange thing, you have said it thousands of times I am sure…you will never know what you can do until you try. However the sad truth is, that most people never try anything until they know they can do it.

I have met free man in the strangest of places and at ALL ages.

How could the girl who told that joke three hours before become a sobbing mess?

What the hell is in swan saliva that burns so badly?

I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with figuring out everything that happens here, like we have to unravel every mystery.

Does it seem all odd to you that you enjoy biographies of great writers a lot more than you enjoy their actual writings?

… I stayed because running seemed too strange and too complicated. All I knew was how to fall back, find a patch of solid ground, and then dig my heels in and fight to start over.

In a strange way, becoming a grandfather is like starting your life over.

Then I opened the bread. It was green and moldy and had a sharp sour smell. How could they sell bread like that? What kind of a place was Florida?

In the oddity or maybe the miracle of life, the roots of something new frequently lie in the decaying husks of something old.

You two were oddballs, even back then. I could hear your inner voices once in a while, and they weren’t all sweetness and light. You both had small, secret voices tucked away, voices that were softly crying. And yet, your warm mood never wavered.

There is strange comfort in knowing that no matter what happens today, the Sun will rise again tomorrow.

Still, it’s kind of strange that we’ve never spoken before, even though we’re related. But even on the “outside” you’re well-known for being handsome, Hatori-san.

You reject your femininity… yet at the end here you are using it.

The ones that hate you most tend to be the people you know.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.

I’m so exhausted and yet I feel like I’ll never sleep again.

I switched the light out and drew the cover across myself, but I didn’t sleep. Instead I lay on my side watching the sea, rising and falling in strange, hypnotic silence outside the thick, storm-proof panes. And I thought, there is a murderer on this boat. And no one knows but me.

Sometimes you can’t sleep on a feather bed, but you fall asleep peacefully on a cold stone!

Is this a coincidence…or what?

People Sophie had known all her life came and bought flowers by the bundle. None of them recognized her, and that made her feel very odd.

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.
“No, no!” she said. “Howl has been very kind to me.” And this was true, Sophie realized. Howl showed his kindness rather strangely, but, considering all Sophie did to annoy him, he had been very good to her indeed.

“Do listen. He’s not wicked at all!” There was a bit of a fizz from the grate at this, where Calcifer was watching with some interest. “He isn’t!” Sophie said, to Calcifer as much as to Fanny..

You don’t get explanations in real life. You just get moments that are absolutely, utterly, inexplicably odd.

But Lord! To see the absurd nature of Englishmen that cannot forbear laughing and jeering at everything that looks strange.

In some strange way, this was meant to be.