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I Is Reading It Hundreds Of Times,' The Bfg Said. 'and I Is Still Reading It And Teaching New Words To Myself And How To Write Them. It Is The Most Scrumdiddlyumptious Story.' Sophie Took The Book Out Of His Hand. 'nicholas Nickleby,' She Read Aloud. 'by Dahl's Chickens,' The Bfg Said.

We Is In Dream Country,' The Bfg Said. 'this Is Where All Dreams Is Beginning.

I Began To Realize How Simple Life Could Be If One Had A Regular Routine To Follow With Fixed Hours, A Fixed Salary, And Very Little Original Thinking To Do.

If The Good Lord Intended For Us To Walk, He Wouldn't Have Invented Rollar Skates.

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.