Eschew All Those Beastly Adjectives.

When I Was 2, We Moved Into An Imposing Country Mansion 8 Miles West Of Cardiff, Wales.

I Doubt I Would Have Written A Line ... Unless Some Minor Tragedy Had Sort Of Twisted My Mind Out Of The Normal Rut.

He Turned And Reached Behind Him For The Chocolate Bar, Then He Turned Back Again And Handed It To Charlie. Charlie Grabbed It And Quickly Tore Off The Wrapper And Took An Enormous Bite. Then He Took Another…and Another…and Oh, The Joy Of Being Able To Cram Large Pieces Of Something Sweet And Solid Into One's Mouth! The Sheer Blissful Joy Of Being Able To Fill One's Mouth With Rich Solid Food! 'you Look Like You Wanted That One, Sonny,' The Shopkeeper Said Pleasantly. Charlie Nodded, His Mouth Bulging With Chocolate.

Then Suddenly, He Was Struck By A Powerful But Simple Little Truth, And It Was This: That English Grammar Is Governed By Rules That Are Almost Mathematical In Their Strictness!

When I First Thought About Writing The Book Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, I Never Originally Meant To Have Children In It At All!