Writing is mainly perspiration, not inspiration.

We make realities out of our dreams and dreams out of our realities. We are the dreamers of the dream.

The little pig began to pray But Wolfie blew his house away. He shouted, "Bacon, Pork, and Ham! Oh what a lucky wolf I am!" And though he ate the pig quite fast, He carefully kept the tail till last.

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers. Even when their own child is the most disgusting little blister you could ever imagine, they still think that he or she is wonderful.

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

Come right up close to me and I will show you something wonderful.

We is in Dream Country,' the BFG said. 'This is where all dreams is beginning.