It's funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

You ignorant little slug!" the Trunchbull bellowed. "You witless weed! You empty-headed hamster! You stupid glob of glue!

Being very small and very young, the only power Matilda had over anyone in her family was brain-power.

I don't want a grown-up person at all. A grownup won't listen to me; he won't learn. He will try to do things his own way and not mine. So I have to have a child. I want a good sensible loving child, one to whom I can tell all my most precious candy-making secrets-while I am still alive.

Dreams is full of mystery and magic . . . . Do not try to understand them.

The teeth of the dreadly viper is still sticking into me!' he yelled. ‘I is feeling the teeth sticking into my anklet!

Ik heb gemerkt, juffrouw Engel, in mijn lange loopbaan in het onderwijs, dat een rotmeisje veel gevaarlijker is dan een rotjongen. Bovendien zijn ze veel moeilijker klein te krijgen. Een rotmeisje te grazen nemen is als achter een bromvlieg aan zitten. Je mept erop en het gore kreng is alweer weg. Rotmormeld, die meisjes.

This Giant had some sort of magic in his legs.

It is most unlikely. But--here comes the big "but"--not impossible.

When writing about oneself, one must strive to be truthful. Truth is more important than modesty.

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What she needed was just one person, one wise and sympathetic grown-up who could help her.

I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.

Perhaps his anger was intensified because he saw her getting pleasure from something that was beyond his reach.

They is all at least two times my wideness and double my royal highness!

Never in a month of Mondays.

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.

What’s that?’ Sophie cried. ‘That is all the giants zippfizzing off to another country to guzzle human beans,’ the BFG.

I will not pretend I wasn't petrified. I was. But mixed in with the awful fear was a glorious feeling of excitement. Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us to death. They wouldn't be exciting if they didn't.

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 mean to tell me,' I said, ‘that every time I pleasure a young lady, I shoot into her two thousand million spermatozoa?' ‘Absolutely.' ‘All squiggling and squirming and thrashing about?' ‘Of course.' ‘No wonder it gives her a charge,' I said.

Did they preach one thing and practice another, these men of God?

The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world to themselves.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

If you are going to get anywhere in life, you have to read a lot of books.

I find that the only way to make my characters really interesting to children is to exaggerate all their good or bad qualities, and so if a person is nasty or bad or cruel, you make them very nasty, very bad, very cruel. If they are ugly, you make them extremely ugly. That, I think, is fun and makes an impact.

In the town itself, actually within sight of the house in which Charlie lived, there was an ENORMOUS CHOCOLATE FACTORY! Just imagine that! And it wasn't simply an ordinary enormous chocolate factory, either. It was the largest and most famous in the whole world!

It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like as long as somebody loves you.


If you have good thoughts, they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.' We.

I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.' A.

Human beans is the only animals that is killing their own kind.

My Great Glass Elevator is ready for anything! In we go! Into the breach, dear friends, into the breach!

The trouble is, I'm writer, and most writers are terrible nosey parkers.

Grown ups are complicated creatures, full of quirks and secrets.

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 beloved offspring was a complete nitwit.

Sophie took the book out of his hand. ‘Nicholas Nickleby,' she read aloud. ‘By Dahl's Chickens,' the BFG said. ‘By who?' Sophie said.

Get up at once, you lazy little beast!

Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, someone like the kind, courageous people in her books.

And don't worry about the bits you can't understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music.

All grown-ups appear as giants to small children. But Headmasters (and policemen) are the biggest giants of all and acquire a marvellously exaggerated stature.

I think kindness if my number one attribute in a human being. I'll put it before any of the other things like courage or bravery of generosity or anything else. Kindness—that simple word. To be kind, it covers everything to my mind. If you're kind that's it.

The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for supper.

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.


It was an unhappy truth, he told himself, that nearly all people in the world behave badly when there is something really big at stake.

I'm afraid men are not always quite as clever as they think they are.

Having power is not nearly as important as what you choose to do with it.