Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.

When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.

She was remorseless, but she lacked method.

That's why I love spiders. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.

Mother Very Easily Made Jam Sandwiches Under No Protest

You've no right to walk into people's castles and take their guitars.