I Could Cut A Star Out Of

In The Land Of Ingary Where Such Things As Seven-league Boots And Cloaks Of Invisibility Really Exist, It Is Quite A Misfortune To Be Born The Eldest Of The Three. Everyone Knows You Are The One Who Will Fail First, And Worst, If The Three Of You Set Out To Seek Your Fortunes.

Settle For What You Can Get, But First Ask For The World.

But I Discovered That People Like Me -- They Do, You Know, If You Like Them -- And Then It Was All Right.

By This Time, Half The People In High Norland Were Gathered In Royal Square To Stare At The Castle. They All Watched With Disbelief As The Castle Rose Slightly Into The Air And Glided Toward The Road That Led Southward. It Was Hardly More Than An Alley, Really. "it'll Never Fit!" People Said. But The Castle Somehow Squeezed Itself Narrow Enough To Drift Away Along It And Out Of Sight. The Citizens Of High Norland Gave It A Cheer As It Went.

Tell Me About This Wizard Howl Of Yours." "he's The Best Wizard In Ingary Or Anywhere Else. If He'd Only Had Time, He Would Have Defeated That Djinn. And He's Sly And Selfish And Vain As A Peacock And Cowardly, And You Can't Pin Him Down To Anything." "indeed? Strange That You Should Speak So Proudly Such A List Of Vices, Most Loving Of Ladies." "what Do You Mean, Vices? I Was Just Describing Howl. He Comes From Another World Entirely, You Know, Called Wales, And I Refuse To Believe He's Dead!