For Me, The Pleasure Of Writing Comes

You Mean You Live Down Here?' Matilda Asked. 'i Do', Miss Honey Replied, But She Said No More. Matilda Had Never Once Stopped To Think About Where Miss Honey Might Be Living. She Had Always Regarded Her Purely As A Teacher, A Person Who Turned Up Out Of Nowhere And Taught At School And Then Went Away Again.

My Darling," She Said At Last, Are You Sure You Don't Mind Being A Mouse For The Rest Of Your Life?" "i Don't Mind At All" I Said. It Doesn't Matter Who You Are Or What You Look Like As Long As Somebody Loves You.

I Like Enthusiasts Of Any Kind.

It Is Preferable To Incur A Mild Punishment Than To Perform An Onerous Task.

Watch With Glittering Eyes The Whole World Around You.