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!
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.
The howl of self-interest is loud. . . but the heart is black which throbs solely to its note.
Haiku is not a shriek, a howl, a sigh, or a yawn; rather, it is the deep breath of life.
I want to show all sides of myself. I mean, I don't want to howl at the moon my whole life, you know?
We are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter
I guess the difference between Gin and me is that when Gin got shut in the barn she thought Edmond didn't love her anymore but because I could feel Edmond out there somewhere always loving me I didn't have to howl all night.
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
Blue. My God! I'm so blue that if I were a dog, I'd sit on my haunches and howl and howl and howl. . .
Slyly, banteringly, but also overbearingly, the critic - the one who does not swallow anything whole, who waits until posterity has consecrated it before. . . howling - is among those who howl their admiration the way they howl their insults: don't be afraid, don't tremble - the beast doesn't have any nails or teeth, or even brain: it is stuffed.
I feel ill," [Howl] announced. "I'm going to bed, where I may die.
I intend to make Georgia howl.
Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in any benevolent God in this moment, a distrust in the love-beat of the Father's heart.