Oh, my sainted aunt! Don't mention that disgusting stuff in front of me! Do you know what breakfast cereal is made of? It's made of all those little curly wooden shavings you find in pencil sharpeners...
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.
Matilda longed for her parents to be good and loving and understanding and honourable and intelligent. The fact that they were none of these things was something she had to put up with. It was not eas...
It is almost worth going away because it's so lovely coming back.
Is she the only one at fault? For though she’s spoiled, and dreadfully so, A girl can’t spoil herself, you know. Who spoiled her, then? Ah, who indeed? Who pandered to her every need? Who turned her i...
In any event, parents never underestimated the abilities of their own children. Quite the reverse. Sometimes it was well nigh impossible for a teacher to convince the proud father or mother that their...
I've always said to myself that if a little pocket calculator can do it why shouldn't I?
I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!
Come right up close to me and I will show you something wonderful.
But there was one other thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: that however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there. The chance had to be there.
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...
An autobiography is a book a person writes about his own life and it is usually full of all sorts of boring details.
And when he put his mind to it, he could make his words coil themselves around and around the listener until they held her in some sort of a mild hypnotic spell.
. . I am hearing all the secret whisperings of the world!
Lalalalalalallalalallalalalal have nothing to say
You should never, never doubt something that no one is sure of.
You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You've still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice, and thank goodness for that.
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.