You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.

I'm wondering what to read next." Matilda said. "I've finished all the children's books.

Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

Life is more fun if you play games.

A writer of fiction lives in fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.

Having power is not nearly as important as what you choose to do with it.

I've always said to myself that if a little pocket calculator can do it why shouldn't I?