She was remorseless, but she lacked method.

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.

There is very seldom any true secret.

So you were going to rescue the Prince! Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?" "Not likely! I'm a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell myself I'm not doing it!

When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.

Take it from me, Fate doesn't care most of the time.

All these things that crib and cab in your brain, in your imagination, are in fact things that might well in later life drive you insane.