Diana Wynne Jones Long Quotations

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

There were horrendous, dramatic, violent quantities of green slime—oodles of it. It covered Howl completely. It draped his head and shoulders in sticky dollops, heaping on his knees and hands, trickling in glops down his legs, and dripping off the stool in sticky strands. It was in oozing ponds and crawling pools over most of the floor. Long fingers of it had crept into the hearth. It smelled vile.

When have you looked?" said Sophie. "Oh, how your rears flap and your long nose twitches", Howl croaked.

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

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