Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.

Settle for what you can get, but first ask for the World.

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

Pray use both cats as sponges if it pleases you, infatuated infantryman.

I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. "It should be hair-raising," added Howl. "And you'll exploit me," Sophie said. "And then you'll cut up all my suits to teach me.

Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.