“SAGE. A wise and Holy man who died a long time ago. No one modern qualifies.”

“Chrestomanci smiled and swept out of the room like a very long procession of one person.”

“Please, your story, or I shall offend the dignitaries of my kingdom by yawning at holy things.”

“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.”

“It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.”

“I'm going to bed, where I may die.”

“Meanwhile a certain amount of moaning and groaning was coming from upstairs. Sophie kept muttering to the dog and ignored it. A loud, hollow coughing followed, dying away into more moaning. Crashing sneezes followed the coughing, each one rattling the window and all the doors. Sophie found those harder to ignore, but she managed. Poot-pooooot! went a blown nose, like a bassoon in a tunnel. The coughing started again, mingled with moans. Sneezes mixed with the moans and the coughs, and the sounds rose to a crescendo in which Howl seemed to be managing to cough, groan, blow his nose, sneeze, and wail gently all at the same time. The doors rattled, the beams in the ceiling shook, and one of Calcifer’s logs rolled off onto the hearth.“All right, all right, I get the message!” Sophie said, dumping the log back into the grate. “It’ll be green slime next”.”