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.
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Books shouldn't be daunting, they should be funny, exciting and wonderful.
A life is made up of a great number of small incidents, and a small number of great ones.
The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.