Howl's Moving Castle

“I hope your bacon burns,” Calcifer said, muffled under the pan.

Calcifer went to sleep, in the way fires do, sinking among the logs until they were rosy cylinders plated with white ash, with only a hint of blue and green deep underneath.

She cackled again as she walked on. Perhaps she was a little mad, but then old women often were.

Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.

I’ve reached that stage in my career when I need to impress everyone with my power and wickedness.

It was very odd.

You have mysterious allure,”

To which Martha always retorted that she would end up disgustingly rich without having to marry anybody.

Howl said, “I think we ought to live happily ever after,” and she thought he meant it.

Sophie stared after him indignantly. “He thought I was a witch!” she said to her stick. She had half a mind to scare the shepherd by shouting nasty things after him, but that seemed a little unkind.