To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

You Seemed So Far Away," Miss Honey Whispered, Awestruck. "oh, I Was. I Was Flying Past The Stars On Silver Wings," Matilda Said. "it Was Wonderful.

I Was Glad My Father Was An Eye-smiler. It Meant He Never Gave Me A Fake Smile, Because It's Impossible To Make Your Eyes Twinkle If You Aren't Feeling Twinkly Yourself. A Mouth-smile Is Different. You Can Fake A Mouth-smile Any Time You Want, Simply By Moving Your Lips. I've Also Learned That A Real Mouth-smile Always Has An Eye-smile To Go With It, So Watch Out, I Say, When Someone Smiles At You With His Mouth But The Eyes Stay The Same. It's Sure To Be Bogus.

The Cuss Am I? Are You Cussing With Me?

I Don't Care If A Reader Hates One Of My Stories, Just As Long As He Finishes The Book.

I Shot Down Some German Planes And I Got Shot Down Myself, Crashing In A Burst Of Flames And Crawling Out, Getting Rescued By Brave Soldiers.