We Make Realities Out Of Our Dreams

The Cuss Am I? Are You Cussing With Me?

Somewhere Inside All Of Us Is The Power To Change The World.

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.

It's A Funny Thing About Mothers And Fathers. Even When Their Own Child Is The Most Disgusting Little Blister You Could Ever Imagine, They Still Think That He Or She Is Wonderful.

I Is Reading It Hundreds Of Times,' The Bfg Said. 'and I Is Still Reading It And Teaching New Words To Myself And How To Write Them. It Is The Most Scrumdiddlyumptious Story.' Sophie Took The Book Out Of His Hand. 'nicholas Nickleby,' She Read Aloud. 'by Dahl's Chickens,' The Bfg Said.