Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

Things are going round and round in my head--or maybe my head is going round and round in things.

But Sophie and Howl were holding one another's hand and smiling and smiling, quite unable to stop. "Don't bother me know," said Howl. "I only did it for the money." "Liar!"said Sophie. "I said," Michael said, "that Calcifer's come back!" That did get Howl's attention and Sophie's too.

Busy old fool, unruly Sophie

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

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

And indeed if you think you're a genius at something, what you achieve is very much according to your expectations; if you think you're no good, you're not going to get anywhere.