I've seen golems. They don't behave like a real person.

In addition, Master Twinkle seems convinced that someone is denying him a pair of stripey trousers.

A garden should be natural-seeming, with wild sections, including a large area of bluebells.

Nobody gets praised for the right reasons.

He picked up the skull and knocked an onion ring out of its eye socket. "I see Sophie has been busy again. Couldn't you have restrained her, my friend?" The skull yattered its teeth at him. Howl put it down rather hastily.

You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.'So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. 'Tidying up is what I'm here for!' she shouted at Howl. 'Then you must think of a new meaning for your life,' Howl said.

You have no right to make jigsaws of people.