If you must know, I-I had never in my life kissed a young lady, and you are far too beautiful to me to want to get it wrong!

After that, he tried to go upstairs through the broom cupboard, and then the yard. This seemed to puzzle him a little. But finally he discovered the stairs, all except the bottom on, and fell up them on his face. The whole castle shook.

I seem to have excalibured this knife.

My shining dishonesty will be the salvation of me.

Writing for adults, you have to keep reminding them of what is going on. The poor things have given up using their brains when they read. Children you only need to tell things to once.

Fantasy for me as a kid was real, and I had a fantasy about what life was, whether it was sort of wicked and dire, or wholly normal, or whatever. Anything really close to home is not, it seems to me, what a good book should be about.

It's amazing the way one can take a step ten and a half miles long and still always land in a cowpat.