The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives... All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen.
Tell me immediately who those people are in that glass capsule!’ ‘Ah-ha,’ said the Chief Spy, twirling his false moustache.
She seemed to be coiled in herself, as though with a secret she was jealously guarding.
The rooster has a funny little paper hat over its head, like an ice-cream cone upside down, and my dad is pointing to it proudly and saying, ‘Stroke him. Go on, stroke him. Do anything you like to him. He won’t move an inch.’ The rooster starts scratching.
This is Mr. Bucket. This is Mrs. Bucket. Mr. and Mrs. Bucket have a small boy whose name is Charlie Bucket.
We is having an interesting babblement about the taste of the human bean. The human bean is not a vegetable.
There is nothing more tantalizing than a thing like this which lingers just outside the borders of one’s memory.
Mr. Bucket was the only person in the family with a job. He worked in a toothpaste factory, where he sat all day long at a bench and screwed the little caps onto the tops of the tubes of toothpaste after the tubes had been filled.
The only meals they could afford were bread and margarine for breakfast, boiled potatoes and cabbage for lunch, and cabbage soup for supper.
A bad girl is a far more dangerous thing than a bad boy.
I would love to to go somewhere else and pick peachy fruits in the early morning from the back of an elefunt.
Charlie stood at the open door of the Elevator and stared into the swirling vapors. This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical. It was all so deathly quiet, so desolate and empty.
The watchers below could see the chocolate swishing around the boy in the pipe, and they could see it building up behind him in a solid mass, pushing against the blockage. The pressure was terrific. Something had to give. Something did give, and that something was Augustus. WHOOF! Up he shot again like a bullet in the barrel of a gun.
This is test number one hundred and thirty-two!’ I said, chalking it up on the board. “I handed him the pill. He looked at it nervously. I couldn’t blame him for being a bit jittery after what had happened to the other one hundred and thirty-one volunteers.
Whips!” cried Veruca Salt. “What on earth do you use whips for?” “For whipping cream, of course,” said Mr. Wonka. “How can you whip cream without whips? Whipped cream isn’t whipped cream at all unless it’s been whipped with whips. Just as a poached egg isn’t a poached egg unless it’s been stolen from the woods in the dead of night! Row on, please!” They.
What if they come after us?’ said Mr Bucket, speaking for the first time.
What’s your name?’ ‘Pilot Officer Dahl, sir.’ ‘Very well, Dahl,’ he said, weighing the package up and down in one hand. ‘This is on no account to fall into enemy hands. Guard it with your life. Do I make myself clear?’ ‘Yes, sir,’ I said, feeling important.
A man does not rise to become the Queen’s butler unless he is gifted with extraordinary ingenuity, adaptability, versatility, dexterity, cunning, sophistication, sagacity, discretion, and a host of other talents than neither you nor I possess. Mr Tibbs had them all.
Human beans is killing each other much quicker than the giants is doing it.’ ‘But they don’t eat each other,’ Sophie said. ‘Giants isn’t eating each other either,’ the BFG said. ‘Nor is giants killing each other. Giants is not very lovely, but they is not killing each other.
I don’t want a grown-up person at all. A grown-up won’t listen to me; he won’t learn.