Diana Wynne Jones

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!

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

I can't abide people who go soft over animals and then cheat every human they come across!

I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may 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.

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.

But I discovered that people like me -- they do, you know, if you like them -- and then it was all right.

After that, all the while Millie was eating the pudding... we both tore Christopher's character to shreds. It was wonderful fun.... He drove everyone mad in Chrestomanci Castle by insisting on silk shirts and exactly the right kind of pajamas. 'And he could get them right anyway by magic,' Millie told me, 'if he wasn't too lazy to learn how.... But the thing that really annoys me is the way he never bothers to learn a person's name. If a person isn't important to him, he always forgets their name.'When Millie said this, I realized that Christopher had never once forgotten my name...

You must admit I have a right to live in a pigsty if I want.

Nobody gets praised for the right reasons.

Learn to drive?""Never," said Quentin. "My mission in life is to be a passenger.

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

I mean one of the things about being alone is that you've no people to define yourself off, I mean, people are like all-round mirrors, because let's face it, we don't often see ourselves all round in a mirror anyway, do we.

After this, Boy became very curious about the mansion where the clothes and the food came from. He made me describe everything. Then he asked Good Thing 'Are there books in this mansion, too?''And pictures and jewels,' Good Thing said through me. 'What does Master wish me to fetch? There is a golden harp, a musical box like a bird, a_''Just books,' said Boy. 'I need to learn. I'm still so ignorant.

This is the mythosphere. It's made up of all the stories, theories and beliefs, legends, myths and hopes, that are generated here on Earth. As you can see, it's constantly growing and moving as people invent new tales to tell or find new things to believe. The older strands move out to become these spirals, where things tend to become quite crude and dangerous. They've hardened off, you see.

Nobody can buy a hat without gossiping.

Controller Borasus sighed with relief. Libraries were not places of danger. It had to be a hoax.

I'm going to bed, where I may die.