Well, First Of All," Said The Bfg,

The Bristol Channel Was Always My Guide, And I Was Always Able To Draw An Imaginary Line From My Bed To Our House Over In Wales. It Was A Great Comfort.

I'm Right And You're Wrong, I'm Big And You're Small, And There's Nothing You Can Do About It.

The Books Transported Her Into New Worlds And Introduced Her To Amazing People Who Lived Exciting Lives. She Went On Olden-day Sailing Ships With Joseph Conrad. She Went To Africa With Ernest Hemingway And To India With Rudyard Kipling. She Travelled All Over The World While Sitting In Her Little Room In An English Village.

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

No Book Ever Ends, When It's Full Of Your Friends.