Just because you're sober, don't think you're a good driver, Cookie.

She's not drunk, she's just not sober.

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.

People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.

A man wrapped up in himself makes a very small parcel.

You can't just make me different and then leave