Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan... - Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle

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

"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!"

"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 think we ought to live happily ever after."

"My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me."