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.

A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

If You Are Going To Get Anywhere In Life You Have To Read A Lot Of Books.

Well, First Of All," Said The Bfg, "human Beans Is Not Really Believing In Giants, Is They? Human Beans Is Not Thinking We Exist.

Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is Not Their Fault, It Is Their Parents.