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Howl Has Been Very Kind To Me." And This Was True, Sophie Realized. Howl Showed His Kindness Rather Strangely, But, Considering All Sophie Did To Annoy Him, He Had Been Very Good To Her Indeed. "do Listen. He's Not Wicked At All!" There Was A Bit Of A Fizz From The Grate At This, Where Calcifer Was Watching With Some Interest. " He Isn't!" Sophie Said, To Calcifer As Much As To Fanny.

I Could Cut A Star Out Of Paper And Drop It.

Imagination Doesn’t Just Mean Making Things Up. It Means Thinking Things Through, Solving Them, Or Hoping To Do So, And Being Just Distant Enough To Be Able To Laugh At Things That Are Normally Painful. Head Teachers Would Call This Escapism, But They Would Be Entirely Wrong. I Would Call Fantasy The Most Serious, And The Most Useful, Branch Of Writing There Is. And This Is Why I Don’t, And Never Would, Write Real Books.

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.

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