A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives.
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.
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.
When you're writing, it's rather like going on a very long walk
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!
I am totally convinced that most grown-ups have completely forgotten what is it like to be a child between the ages of five and then... I can remember exactly what it was like. I am certain I can.
Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.
Though my father was Norwegian, he always wrote his diaries in perfect English.
I go down to my little hut, where it's tight and dark and warm, and within minutes I can go back to being six or seven or eight again.
I am suspicious of both facility and speed.
You is getting nosier than a parker.
All Norwegian children learn to swim when they are very young because if you can't swim it is difficult to find a place to bathe.
The little pig began to pray But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham! Oh what a lucky wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last.
But it is impossible to replace a person one has loved to distraction.
When I first thought about writing the book Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, I never originally meant to have children in it at all!
Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw.
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