Howl’s voice was presently heard shouting weakly, “Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here!

Don’t interrupt,’ one of the boys said. ‘He’ll lose his life.’ Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.

...don't spoil my learning process!

Learn to drive?" "Never," said Quentin. "My mission in life is to be a passenger.

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.

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.

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.