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… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“When I say "narrative", I do not mean simply the plot, I mean considerably more. Plots and their shapes--the bare outlines of… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
Things we are accustomed to regard as myth or fairy story are very much present in people's lives. Nice people behave like… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Sophie and Howl were living - somewhat quarrelsomely it must be confessed, although they were said to be happiest that way - in the… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“What did you do?" said Charles. "You know that night all our shoes went into the hall," said Nirupam. "Well, we had a feast that night. Dan Smith made me get up the floorboards and get the food out. He says I have no right to be so large and so weak," Nirupam said resentfully, "and I was hating him… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“For a moment it seemed as if he was going to lose his temper too. His strange, pale eyes all but glared at Sophie.… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“The soldier was like that. He was an expert in getting other people to do what he wanted. The only creature that could make… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Not likely!” Howl yelled. “I’m a coward. Only way I can do something this frightening is to tell my self I’m not doing it!” — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
“Typical!” he said to Sophie. “ I break my neck to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!” Sophie looked up at him. As she had feared, the hard black-and white light coming through the broken wall showed her that Howl had not bothered to shave or tidy his hair. His eyes were still red-rimmed and his black… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share
“Howl said, "I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after… — Diana Wynne Jones Copy Share Image
