An idiotic vitch like youMust rrroast upon the barbecue!
An autobiography is a book a person writes about his own life and it is usually full of all sorts of boring details.
A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.
You'll never get anywhere if you go about what-iffing like that.
You mean you live down here?' Matilda asked.'I do', Miss Honey replied, but she said no more.Matilda had never once stopped to think about where Miss Honey might be living. She had always regarded her...
Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all if it hasnt been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn't poached eggs unless it's been stolen in the dead of the night.
What she needed was just one person, one wise and sympathetic grown-up who could help her.
We is in Dream Country,' the BFG said. 'This is where all dreams is beginning.
We all have our moments of brilliance and glory, and this was mine.
Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.
The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.
The secret of life', he said, 'is to become very very good at somethin' that's very very 'ard to do.
Sophie took the book out of his hand. ‘Nicholas Nickleby,’ she read aloud. ‘By Dahl’s Chickens,’ the BFG said. ‘By who?’ Sophie said.
Sometimes, on a very clear night,’ the BFG said, ‘and if I is swiggling my ears in the right direction’ – and here he swivelled his great ears upwards so they were facing the ceiling – ‘if I is swiggl...
Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone?She'd found it easy, being prettyTo hitch a ride into the city.
Never grow up...always down.
Mr. Wonka: Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted.Charlie Bucket: What happened?Mr. Wonka: He lived happily ever after.
It is almost worth going away because it's so lovely coming back.
Badger: The cuss you are.Mr. Fox: The cuss am I? Are you cussing with me?
And it was then I began to realize for the first time that there are two distinct sides to a writer of fiction. First, there is the side he displays to the public, that of an ordinary person like anyo...