It Was Slowly Beginning To Dawn Upon

The Witching Hour, Somebody Had Once Whispered To Her, Was A Special Moment In The Middle Of The Night When Every Child And Every Grown-up Was In A Deep Deep Sleep, And All The Dark Things Came Out From Hiding And Had The World All To Themselves.

Meanings Is Not Important, Said The Bfg. I Cannot Be Right All The Time. Quite Often I Is Left Instead Of Right.

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.

A Little Nonsense Now And Then Is Relished By The Wisest Men.

Do You Know What Breakfast Cereal Is Made Of? It's Made Of All Those Little Curly Wooden Shavings You Find In Pencil Sharpeners!