Quotes from Diana Wynne Jones

I find it just simply takes me right back to those times, and I really can't take it, I don't want to, I mean, why should I face up to it? What good does it do me? I know it happened, and that's it.

This does make me very very careful, particularly in the second draft, to get it right, because you do feel that somebody in the future who may be extremely important for everybody, is going to have me behind them, and this is a responsibility, a huge one.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

Mother Very Easily Made Jam Sandwiches Under No Protest

Howl's voice was presently heard shouting weakly, "Help me, someone! I'm dying from neglect up here!

Hope is the forward-looking part of memory.

If you take myth and folklore, and these things that speak in symbols, they can be interpreted in so many ways that although the actual image is clear enough, the interpretation is infinitely blurred, a sort of enormous rainbow of every possible colour you could imagine.

I mean one of the things about being alone is that you've no people to define yourself off, I mean, people are like all-round mirrors, because let's face it, we don't often see ourselves all round in a mirror anyway, do we.

I think we ought to live happily ever after.

I hope your bacon burns.

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

I'm going up to my room now, where I may die.

Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.

I think we ought to live happily ever after," and she thought he meant it. Sophie knew that living happily ever after with Howl would be a good deal more hair-raising than any storybook made it sound, though she was determined to try. "It should be hair-raising," added Howl. "And you'll exploit me," Sophie said. "And then you'll cut up all my suits to teach me.

If I give you a hint and tell you it's a hint, it will be information.

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.

Go to bed, you fool," Calcifer said sleepily. "You're drunk." "Who, me?" said Howl. "I assure you, my friends, I am cone sold stober." He got up and stalked upstairs, feeling for the wall as if he thought it might escape him unless he kept in touch with it. His bedroom door did escape him.

A heart's a heavy burden.

Typical! I break my neck trying to get here, and I find you peacefully tidying up!

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.

You've no right to walk into people's castles and take their guitars.

I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.

It is quite a risk to spank a wizard for getting hysterical about his hair.

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