I've got a hangover." "No, you hit your head on the floor." "I can't stay. I've got to rescue that fool Sophie.

The truth between two people always cuts two ways.

I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. "It should be hair-raising," added Howl. "And you'll exploit me," Sophie said. "And then you'll cut up all my suits to teach me.

Beauty isn't made of sugar.

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.

Happiness isn't a thing. You can't go out and get it like a cup of tea. It's the way you feel about things.

Can't you treat yourself with a bit more consideration?' 'Why should I?' Mordion said, hugging the duvet round himself. 'Because you're a person, of course!' Ann snapped at him. 'One person ought to treat another person properly even if the person's himself!