But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.
Diana Wynne JonesGo 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.
Diana Wynne JonesWhen have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.
Diana Wynne Jones"Eight Days of Luke" was refused by another confused publisher on the grounds that children shouldn't strike matches. When my agent pointed out that David in the book was twelve years old, the publisher said that he was striking matches to summon the devil, then, and this couldn't be allowed.
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