Alas, poor Yorick!" he said. "She heard mermaids, so it follows that there is something rotten in the state of Denmark. I have caught an everlasting cold, but luckily I am terribly dishonest. I cling to that.

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

I could cut a star out of paper and drop it.

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.

I've often noticed" Fiona said, "that when people say, 'This can't happen in this day and age', they say it because it is happening.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.