Hope Is The Forward-looking Part Of Memory.

Settle For What You Can Get, But First Ask For The World.

My Shining Dishonesty Will Be The Salvation Of Me.

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.

"eight Days Of Luke" Was Refused By Another Confused Publisher On The Grounds That Children Shouldn't Strike Matches. When My Agent Pointed Out That David In The Book Was Twelve Years Old, The Publisher Said That He Was Striking Matches To Summon The Devil, Then, And This Couldn't Be Allowed.

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!