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.
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.