Happiness Isn't A Thing. You Can't Go

Fantasy For Me As A Kid Was Real, And I Had A Fantasy About What Life Was, Whether It Was Sort Of Wicked And Dire, Or Wholly Normal, Or Whatever. Anything Really Close To Home Is Not, It Seems To Me, What A Good Book Should Be About.

Small Man Can Be A Very Funny Or A Very Tiresome Tour Companion, Depending On How This Kind Of Thing Grabs You. He Gambles, He Drinks Too Much And He Always Runs Away. Since The Rules Allow Him To Make Jokes, He Will Excuse His Behaviour In A Variety Of Comical Ways. Physically He Is Stunted And Not At All Handsome, Although He Usually Dresses Flamboyantly. He Tends To Wear Hats With Feathers In. You Will Discover He Is Very Vain. But, If You Can Avoid Smacking Him, You Will Come To Tolerate If Not Love Him. He Will Contrive, In Some Cowardly Way, To Play A Major Part In Saving The World.

Nobody Can Buy A Hat Without Gossiping.

I Am A Total Zombie Just After I Wake Up. It Takes Me Half An Hour Even To Get My Eyes Open. Ask Anyone Who Knows Me. I Can't See; I Can't Talk Properly; I Can't Do Anything Without Help. The Only Think I Can Do Properly Is Think. And I Know How To Exploit My Condition. I've Had Years Of Practice.

Howl Has Been Very Kind To Me." And This Was True, Sophie Realized. Howl Showed His Kindness Rather Strangely, But, Considering All Sophie Did To Annoy Him, He Had Been Very Good To Her Indeed. "do Listen. He's Not Wicked At All!" There Was A Bit Of A Fizz From The Grate At This, Where Calcifer Was Watching With Some Interest. " He Isn't!" Sophie Said, To Calcifer As Much As To Fanny.