There Is Very Seldom Any True Secret.

By This Time, Half The People In High Norland Were Gathered In Royal Square To Stare At The Castle. They All Watched With Disbelief As The Castle Rose Slightly Into The Air And Glided Toward The Road That Led Southward. It Was Hardly More Than An Alley, Really. "it'll Never Fit!" People Said. But The Castle Somehow Squeezed Itself Narrow Enough To Drift Away Along It And Out Of Sight. The Citizens Of High Norland Gave It A Cheer As It Went.

Every Man In Ingary Is Scared Stiff Of Her. You Ought To Know How That Feels, Sophie Dear.

Nothing Is Safe From You. If I Were To Court A Girl Who Lived On An Iceberg In The Middle Of The Ocean, Sooner Or Later— Probably Sooner— I’d Look Up To See You Swooping Overhead On A Broomstick. In Fact, By Now I’d Be Disappointed In You If I Didn’t See You.” “are You Off To The Iceberg Today?” Sophie Retorted.

You've No Right To Walk Into People's Castles And Take Their Guitars.

I Only Want To Catch You,” Michael Explained. “i Won’t Hurt You.” “no! No!” The Star Crackled Desperately. “that’s Wrong! I’m Supposed To Die!” “but I Could Save You If You’d Let Me Catch You,” Michael Told It Gently. “no!” Cried The Star. “i’d Rather Die!