...there are no secrets unless you keep them to yourself, and this was the greatest secret I had ever had to keep in my life so far.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whisky than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith hope and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul and that I am sure is why he does it.

Two rights don't equal a left.

I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.

The greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.

Here it is,' Nigel said. Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That spells difficulty.' How perfectly ridiculous!' snorted Miss Trunchbull. 'Why are all these women married?

And don’t worry about the bits you can’t understand. Sit back and allow the words to wash around you, like music.