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

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

Chrestomanci smiled and swept out of the room like a very long procession of one person.

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

Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.

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.

After that, all the while Millie was eating the pudding... we both tore Christopher's character to shreds. It was wonderful fun.... He drove everyone mad in Chrestomanci Castle by insisting on silk shirts and exactly the right kind of pajamas. 'And he could get them right anyway by magic,' Millie told me, 'if he wasn't too lazy to learn how.... But the thing that really annoys me is the way he never bothers to learn a person's name. If a person isn't important to him, he always forgets their name.' When Millie said this, I realized that Christopher had never once forgotten my name.