Don't Gobblefunk Around With Words.

She Might Even Be Your Lovely School-teacher Who Is Reading These Words To You At This Very Moment. Look Carefully At That Teacher. Perhaps She Is Smiling At The Absurdity Of Such A Suggestion. Don't Let That Put You Off. It Could Be Part Of Cleverness. I Am Not, Of Course, Telling You For One Second That Your Teacher Actually Is A Witch. All I Am Saying Is That She Might Be One. It Is Most Unlikely. But--here Comes The Big "but"--not Impossible.

When You're Writing A Book, It's Rather Like Going On A Very Long Walk, Across Valleys And Mountains And Things [...] The Highest Mountain On The Walk Is Obviously The End Of The Book, Because It's Got To Be The Best View Of All, When Everything Comes Together And You Can Look Back And See That Everything You've Done All Ties Up. But It's A Very, Very Long, Slow Process.

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.

...there Are No Secrets Unless You Keep Them To Yourself, And This Was The Greatest Secret I Had Ever Had To Keep In My Life So Far.

... 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.