Oh! Polly Thought. Why Aren't All Girls

Howl’s Voice Was Presently Heard Shouting Weakly, “help Me, Someone! I’m Dying From Neglect Up Here!

...if The Spell Was Off, I’d Have My Heart Eaten Before I Could Turn Around.” “don’t You Want Your Heart Eaten?” Asked The Fire. [...] “naturally I Don’t,” Sophie Answered.

It Does Seem That A Fantasy, Working Out In Its Own Terms, Stretching You Beyond The Normal Concerns Of Your Own Life, Gains You A Peculiar Charge Of Energy Which Inexplicably Enriches You. At Least, This Is My Ideal Of A Fantasy, And I Am Always Trying To Write It.

Yes. I Was Looking For Lettie. They Were Both Very Kind To Me,” Percival Said, “even Though They’d Never Seen Me Before. And Wizard Howl Kept Visiting To Court Lettie. Lettie Didn’t Want Him, And She Asked Me To Bite Him To Get Rid Of Him, Until Howl Suddenly Began Asking Her About You And—“ “what?” He Said, “ I Know Someone Called Sophie Who Looks A Little Like You.. And Lettie Said, That’s My Sister,’ Without Thinking,” Percival Said. “ And She Got Terribly Worried Then, Particularly As Howl Went On Asking About Her Sister.

Typical! I Break My Neck Trying To Get Here, And I Find You Peacefully Tidying Up!