Author of quotes: Diana Wynne Jones. Page 1

Mr. Hatter was proud of his daughters and sent them to the best school in the city. Sophie was the most studious. She read a lot and pretty soon found out how little her chance for an interesting future.

- Well and how? You are so well dressed. And Mrs. sharp thinks so. She said Mr. Nostrum both eyes will give for your three letters.
And Mr. Nostrum given his eyes in exchange for my letters? in amazement she exclaimed Chrestomanci. - Perhaps they are worth it.
- No, it just gives Gwendolen lessons in exchange for them, declared Moore.
What? In exchange for your own eyes? How embarrassing that is! - smiled Chrestomanci.

I told them that you're in control and that they should wait, while you're makin ' nice with these witches.
- Witches? - outraged Chairman. One of them is my mother!
- Think of it, my mother is also a witch.

Clean your house I am able, however, to purify you from the filth I can't.

The wind tore at Sophie's hair and pulled all the wrinkles on the face back until she began to feel that to the place she gets with cheeks behind the ears.

One of the stars fell from heaven carnation and a white streak rushed down.

All inferences Sophie went to pieces. She wouldn't have admitted it for anything in life.

- What do you witchcraft not cured?
- Because of the cold spells there is - sadly replied the hole.

Not that she really liked the idea of chasing counts, like Jane Ferrier, or fooling half the city, then to break hearts, Letty. However, she wanted to do something - no matter what, only let it be at least a little more interesting than decorate hats.

- I was unconscious before my eyes floating spots.
Is spiders.

Middle of the night Sophie woke up because someone was snoring. It is not without irritation jumped up and found that snoring itself.

I had to do everything right, but how would she know how?

Besides, the young man was absolutely stunning: narrow, unworldly face, and Sophie thought he was very adult, much over twenty.
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- Merciful heavens, - surprised Sophie. Yes this chanter hole for all its nastiness - things a child of barely twenty! Yeah, being old is another matter, she thought, turning the bacon in the pan.

Girls grandly walked a couple, waiting for him to finally stick.