“When I say "narrative", I do not mean simply the plot, I mean considerably more. Plots and their shapes--the bare outlines of stories--were something I know J.R.R. Tolkien himself was interested in. When I was an undergraduate, I went to… — 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
