She believed she could so she did.
It is very difficult to phone people in China, Mr. President,” said the Postmaster General. “The country’s so full of Wings and Wongs, every time you wing you get the wong number.
Puffin is over seventy years old.
Truth is more important than modesty.
It was a very beautiful thing, this Golden Ticket, having been made, so it seemed, from a sheet of pure gold hammered out almost to the thinness of paper. On one side of it, printed by some clever method in jet-black letters, was the invitation itself – from Mr. Wonka.
I always thought that a veruca was a sort of wart that you got on the sole of your foot!
I is sometimes hearing faraway music coming from the stars in the sky.’ A.
Everyone is born. But not everyone is born the same. One way or another though, every human being is unique, for better or worse.
Never in a month of Mondays.
There’s three of them in nightshirts! Two old women and one.
They also talked about themselves, each one saying how beautiful she thought she was. Aunt Sponge had a long-handled mirror on her lap, and she kept picking it up and gazing at her own hideous face.
Some three years ago I drove down to Provence to spend a summer weekend with a lady who was interesting to me simply because she possessed an extraordinarily powerful muscle in a region where other women have no muscles at all.
Mr. Twit was one of these very hairy-faced men. The whole of his face except for his forehead, his eyes and his nose, was covered with thick hair. The stuff even sprouted in revolting tufts out of his nostrils and ear-holes.
This morning from a halibut.
What sort of a book would you like to read next?” she asked.
The trouble is, I’m writer, and most writers are terrible nosey parkers.
He resembled, to an extraordinary degree, an asparagus.
I signaled the bus-driver and he stopped the bus for me right outside the cottage, and I flew down the steps of the bus straight into the arms of the waiting mother.
But it’ll cost the earth!
Get up at once, you lazy little beast!