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And it's a pity too that I've no right to open your letters. I hope you don't get many, or my conscience will give me no peace.

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Diana Wynne Jones
Age: 76 †
Born: 1934
Born: August 16
Died: 2011
Died: March 26
Novelist
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
London
England
Diana Gwyneth Jones
Conscience
Open
Peace
Hope
Give
Right
Pity
Many
Letters
Giving

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Being a hero means ignoring how silly you feel.
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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.
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He picked up the skull and knocked an onion ring out of its eye socket. I see Sophie has been busy again. Couldn't you have restrained her, my friend? The skull yattered its teeth at him. Howl put it down rather hastily.
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Look. Survey. Inspect. My hair is ruined! I look like a pan of bacon and eggs!
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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.
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A heart's a heavy burden.
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Beauty isn't made of sugar.
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