The Maid Screamed. The Queen Gasped. Sophie

When You're Old Enough To Write A Book For Children, By Then You'll Have Become A Grown Up And Have Lost All Your Jokeyness. Unless You're An Undeveloped Adult And Still Have An Enormous Amount Of Childishness In You.

My Dear Young Fellow,' The Old-green-grasshopper Said Gently, 'there Are A Whole Lot Of Things In This World Of Ours You Haven't Started Wondering About Yet.

What I Mean And What I Say Is Two Different Things," The Bfg Announced Rather Grandly.

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.