I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.
Unless you have been to boarding-school when you are very young, it is absolutely impossible to appreciate the delights of living at home.
The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.
I'm wondering what to read next.
I am only 8 years old, I told myself. No little boy of 8 has ever murdered anyone. It's not possible.
You is getting nosier than a parker.
Fairy tales have always got to have something a bit scary for children - as long as you make them laugh as well.
My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it.
The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it's a disaster is a very, very fine line. You see a chap slip on a banana skin in the street and you roar with laughter when he falls slap on his backside. If in doing so you suddenly see he's broken a leg, you very quickly stop laughing and it's not a joke anymore.
...there are no secrets unless you keep them to yourself, and this was the greatest secret I had ever had to keep in my life so far.
I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.
You chose books, I chose looks . Now see the difference?
Both Matilda and Lavender were enthralled. It was quite clear to them that they were at this moment standing in the presence of a master. Here was somebody who had brought the art of skulduggery to the highest point of perfection, somebody, moreover, who was willing to risk life and limb in pursuit of her calling. They gazed in wonder at this goddess, and suddenly even the boil on her nose was no longer a blemish but a badge of courage.
I never get any protests from children. All you get are giggles of mirth and squirms of delight. I know what children like.
The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
Nobody gets a nervous breakdown or a heart attack from selling kerosene to gentle country folk from the back of a tanker in Somerset.
Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.
I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.
Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone? She'd found it easy, being pretty To hitch a ride into the city.
When I was 2, we moved into an imposing country mansion 8 miles west of Cardiff, Wales.
I was already beginning to realize that the only way to conduct oneself in a situation where bombs rained down and bullets whizzed past, was to accept the dangers and all the consequences as calmly as possible. Fretting and sweating about it all was not going to help.
Well, first of all," said the BFG, "human beans is not really believing in giants, is they? Human beans is not thinking we exist.
The maid screamed. The Queen gasped. Sophie waved.
All through my school life I was appalled by the fact that masters and senior boys were allowed quite literally to wound other boys, and sometimes very severely.
The snozberries taste like snozberries!
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