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

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.

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.

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

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

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!

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

Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!

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.” “Are you off to the iceberg today?” Sophie retorted.