She resented being told constantly that she was stupid, when she knew she wasn’t.
Matilda had never once stopped to think about where Miss Honey might be living. She had always regarded her purely as a teacher, a person who turned up out of nowhere and taught at school and then went away again. Do any of us children, she wondered, ever stop to ask ourselves where our teachers go when school is over for the day? Do we wonder if they live alone, or if there is a mother at home or a sister or a husband?
I usually carried with me six loaded plates, which allowed me only six exposures, so that clicking the shutter even once was a serious business that had to be carefully thought out beforehand.
By sticking out his tongue and curling it sideways to explore the hairy jungle around his mouth, he was always able to find a tasty morsel here and there to nibble on.
Men were foolish and were made only so that they should die, while mountains and rivers went on for ever and did not notice the passing of time.
There are many things that make a man irritable when he arrives home from work in the evening and a sensible wife will usually notice the storm-signals and will leave him alone until he simmers down.
A rowdy little girl who gave way upon the slightest provocation to uncontrollable laughter.
Good strong hair,’ he was fond of saying, ‘means there’s a good strong brain underneath.’ ‘Like Shakespeare,’ Matilda had once said to him. ‘Like who?’ ‘Shakespeare, Daddy.’ ‘Was he brainy?’ ‘Very, Daddy.’ ‘He had masses of hair, did he?’ ‘He was bald, Daddy.
This dream is continuing very nice. It has a very dory-hunky ending.
Then they would roll these handfuls of cloud in their fingers until they turned into what looked like large white marbles. Then they would toss the marbles to one side and quickly grab more bits of cloud and start over again.
Most of the really exciting things we do in our lives scare us to death. They wouldn’t be exciting if they didn’t.
I has told you five or six times,’ he said, ’and the third will be the last.
I don’t want a grown-up person at all. A grownup won’t listen to me; he won’t learn. He will try to do things his own way and not mine. So I have to have a child. I want a good sensible loving child, one to whom I can tell all my most precious candy-making secrets-while I am still alive.
I can see you is not born last week.
My grandmother was the only grandmother I ever met who smoked cigars.
Never get out of bed, never go to the window, and never look behind the curtain.
Sawdust in the gear-boxes, the electric-drill on the speedometer cables.
Their skin hung loose over their bodies like suits they had inherited from larger ancestors, with the trousers ridiculously baggy.
It was no good. The moonbeam was like a silver blade slicing through the room on to her face. The.
Go throw your TV set away, And in its place you can install A lovely bookshelf on the wall.