Hope Is The Forward-looking Part Of Memory.

Sophie Did Not Care To Think How Howl Might React If Fanny Woke Him By Stabbing Him With Her Parasol.

There Is Very Seldom Any True Secret.

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.

Don’t Interrupt,’ One Of The Boys Said. ‘he’ll Lose His Life.’ Seeing It Was A Matter Of Life And Death, Sophie And Michael Backed Toward The Door. But Howl, Quite Unperturbed At Killing His Nephew, Strode Over To The Wall And Pulled The Boxes Up By The Roots.

All These Things That Crib And Cab In Your Brain, In Your Imagination, Are In Fact Things That Might Well In Later Life Drive You Insane.