A library is a place full of mouth-watering food for thought.

Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.

Really, these wizards! You'd think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it?" she asked, hobbling through the bedroom door onto the filthy carpet. "I'm dying of boredom," Howl said pathetically. "Or maybe just dying.

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

It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.

SAGE. A wise and Holy man who died a long time ago. No one modern qualifies.

It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.