The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.

Poor Earthworm,' the Ladybird said, whispering in James's ear. 'He loves to make everything into a disaster. He hates to be happy. He is only happy when he is gloomy.

I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.

Well not exactly," the father said."Nobody could do that. but it didn't take me long.

careful those who fight with monsters, that they might become monsters themeselves.

Good writing is essentially rewriting.

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.