To Shipbrokers, Coal Was Black Gold.

Here It Is,' Nigel Said. Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs Ffi, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs Lty. That Spells Difficulty.' How Perfectly Ridiculous!' Snorted Miss Trunchbull. 'why Are All These Women Married?

I've Always Said To Myself That If A Little Pocket Calculator Can Do It Why Shouldn't I?

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.

I Am Only 8 Years Old, I Told Myself. No Little Boy Of 8 Has Ever Murdered Anyone. It's Not Possible.

I'd Rather Be Fried Alive And Eaten By Mexicans.