Howl’s Moving Castle

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

I hope your bacon burns.

You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

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

I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. "It should be hair-raising," added Howl. "And you'll exploit me," Sophie said."And then you'll cut up all my suits to teach me.

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

Really, these wizards! You'd think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it?" she asked, hobbling through the bedroom door onto the filthy carpet."I'm dying of boredom," Howl said pathetically. "Or maybe just dying.

A heart's a heavy burden.

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk.""Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.

Typical! I break my neck trying to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!

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

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

I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.

It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair.

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

In the land of Ingary where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of the three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober.

So you were going to rescue the Prince! Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?""Not likely! I'm a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell myself I'm not doing it!

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.

She said 'Over my dead body!' so I took her at her word.

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! 'Well, he's fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical,' she said. 'Half the time I think he doesn't care what happens to anyone as long as he's alright--but then I find out how awfully kind he's been to someone. Then I think he's kind just when it suits him--only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess.

By now it was clear that Howl was in a mood to produce green slime any second. Sophie hurriedly put her sewing away. "I'll make some hot buttered toast," she said. "Is that all you can do in the face of tragedy??" Howl asked. "Make toast!

I make that four horses and ten men just to get rid of one old woman. What did you do to the King?

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

Things are going round and round in my head--or maybe my head is going round and round in things.

A fickle heart is the only constant in this world

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

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

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