Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
I can’t abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!
Really, these wizards! You’d think no one had ever had a cold before! Well, what is it? she asked, hobbling through the bedroom door onto the filthy carpet.I’m dying of boredom, Howl said pathetically. Or maybe just dying.
So you were going to rescue the Prince! Why did you pretend to run away? To deceive the Witch?Not likely! I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell myself I’m not doing it!
Learn to drive?”
“Never,” said Quentin. “My mission in life is to be a passenger.
If you’re thinking of calling on that Mrs. Pentstemmon, you can save yourself the trouble. The old biddy’s dead.Dead? said Sophie. She had a silly impulse to add, But she was alive an hour ago! And she stopped herself, because death is like that: people are alive until they die.
I am a believer in free will. If my dog chooses to hate the whole human race except myself, it must be free to do so.
Wizard Howl, said Wizard Suliman. I must apologize for trying to bite you so often. In the normal way, I wouldn’t dream of setting teeth in a fellow countryman.
Annoyed?” said Sophie. “Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?