You mean you live down here?' Matilda asked. 'I do', Miss Honey replied, but she said no more. Matilda had never once stopped to think about where Miss Honey might be living. She had always regarded her purely as a teacher, a person who turned up out of nowhere and taught at school and then went away again.

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

I've heard tell that what you imagine sometimes comes true. -Grandpa Joe

The maid screamed. The Queen gasped. Sophie waved.

I don't care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.

A girl should think about making herself look attractive so she can get a good husband later on. Looks is more important than books, Miss Hunky..." "The name is Honey," Miss Honey said. "Now look at me," Mrs Wormwood said. "Then look at you. You chose books. I chose looks.

I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.