...don't Spoil My Learning Process!

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.

Interesting Things Did Seem To Happen, But Always To Somebody Else.

Busy Old Fool, Unruly Sophie

Tell Me About This Wizard Howl Of Yours." "he's The Best Wizard In Ingary Or Anywhere Else. If He'd Only Had Time, He Would Have Defeated That Djinn. And He's Sly And Selfish And Vain As A Peacock And Cowardly, And You Can't Pin Him Down To Anything." "indeed? Strange That You Should Speak So Proudly Such A List Of Vices, Most Loving Of Ladies." "what Do You Mean, Vices? I Was Just Describing Howl. He Comes From Another World Entirely, You Know, Called Wales, And I Refuse To Believe He's Dead!

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