Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.

If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.

Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.

I can't abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!

Then there you are, then. The day Howl forgets to do that will be the day I believe he's really in love, and not before." Michael to Sophie about wether or not Howl is really in love with Lettie. pg, 170

If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.

I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.