Jesteśmy społecznością, która kocha książki

Jako młoda dziewczyna Sophie spaliłaby się ze wstydu za swoje zachowanie. Jako staruszka nie przejmowała się niczym, co zrobiła czy powiedziała. Co za ulga.

Nikt nie jest bezpieczny w domu czarnoksiężnika.

- Umieram z nudów - odparł żałośnie Hauru. - Albo po prostu umieram.

- Nie żyje? - powtórzyła Sophie. Zamierzała zawołać niemądrze: Ale przecież żyła jeszcze godzinę temu! Powstrzymała się jednak, bo śmierć już taka jest: ludzie żyją, dopóki nie umrą.
- Tak, nie żyje - potwierdziła Wiedźma. - Nie chciała mi powiedzieć, gdzie jest ktoś, kogo szukam. Oświadczyła: "Po moim trupie!" - więc wzięłam ją za słowo.

Pamiętaj, że jest w mej mocy niewidzialne widzieć dziwy, dlatego nie śpię po nocy i wciąż jestem nieszczęśliwy.

Nie każdy może być Szalonym Kapelusznikiem.

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

Następny wystrojony, pachnący posłaniec przybył z listem i niemiłosiernie długą przemową, w której wyrażał nadzieję, że Hauru zechce poświęcić nieco cennego czasu, niewątpliwie przeznaczonego na ważniejsze rzeczy, żeby pochylić swój potężny intelekt nad drobnym kłopotem, jakiego doświadczył Jego Królewska Mość - a mianowicie, jak wojsko ma przeprawić ciężkie wozy przez bagna i bezdroża. Hauru udzielił niezwykle uprzejmej i obszernej odpowiedzi. Powiedział: "nie".

I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!

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. "What a lie that was!" Howl remarked as he walked into the wall. "My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me." He walked into the wall several times more, in several different places, before he discovered his bedroom door and crashed his way through it. Sophie could hear him falling about, saying that his bed was dodging.

She stared at the King. The King stared back. It was a disaster.

Pendragon to piękne nazwisko, znacznie lepsze niż Jenkins.

More about Howl? Sophie thought desperately. I have to blacken his name! Her mind was such a blank that for a second it actually seemed to her that Howl had no faults at all. How stupid! "Well, he's fickle, careless, selfish, and hysterical," she said. "Half the time I think he doesn't care what happens to anyone as long as he's alright--but then I find out how awfully kind he's been to someone. Then I think he's kind just when it suits him--only then I find out he undercharges poor people. I don't know, Your Majesty. He's a mess".

You've no right to walk into people's castles and take their guitars.

Howl’s voice was presently heard shouting weakly, "Help me, someone! I’m dying from neglect up here!".

Jestem przywiązany kontraktem do tego kominka.

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!"
Michael and Sophie bent nervously over Howl's head. it seemed the usual flaxen color right down to the roots. The only difference might have been a slight, very slight, trace of red. Sophie found that agreeable. It reminded her a little of the color her own hair should have been.
"I think it's nice," she said.
"Nice!" screamed Howl. "You would! You did it on purpose. You couldn't rest until you made me miserable too. Look at it! It's ginger! I shall have to hide until it's grown out!" He spread his arms out passionately. "Dispair!" he yelled. "Anguish! Horror!".

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".

If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.

I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. "It should be hair-raising," added Howl.
"And you'll exploit me," Sophie said.
"And then you'll cut up all my suits to teach me".

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.

Howl backed into the door to shut it and leaned there in a tragic attitude. "Look at you all!" he said. "Ruin stares me in the face. I slave all day for you. And not one of you, even Calcifer, can spare time to say hello!"
Calcifer said, "I never do say hello."
"Is something wrong?" asked Sophie.
"That's better," Howl said. "Some of you are pretending to notice me at last. Yes, something is wrong".

You are a terror, aren't you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won't be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up."
So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. "Tidying up is what I’m here for!" she shouted at Howl.
"Then you must think of a new meaning for your life," Howl said.

In the land of Ingary, where such things as seven-league boots and cloaks of invisibility really exist, it is quite a misfortune to be born the eldest of three. Everyone knows you are the one who will fail first, and worst, if the three of you set out to seek your fortunes.

I’m not being nosy!" Sophie protested. "That room—!"
"Yes, you are nosy," said Howl. "You’re a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You’re victimizing us all".

If you knew the trouble we’ve had because Howl will keep falling in love like this! We’ve had lawsuits, and suitors with swords, and mothers with rolling pins, and fathers and uncles with cudgels. And aunts. Aunts are terrible. They go for you with hat pins.

I feel ill,' he announced. 'I’m going to bed, where I may die.' He tottered piteously to the stairs. 'Bury me beside Mrs. Pentstemmon', he croaked as he went up then to bed.

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

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 make that four horses and ten men just to get rid of one old woman. What did you do to the King?