Meanings is not important, said the BFG. I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.

When writing about oneself, one must strive to be truthful. Truth is more important than modesty.

If I had my way, I'd remove January from the calendar altogether and have an extra July instead.

Had I not had children of my own, I would have never written books for children, nor would I have been capable of doing so.

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.

I was observing her closely as I talked, and after a while I began to get the impression that she was not, in fact, quite so merry and smiling a girl as I had been led to believe at first. She seemed to be coiled in herself, as though with a secret she was jealously guarding. The deep-blue eyes moved too quickly about the room, never settling or resting on one thing for more than a moment; and over all her face, though so faint that they might not even have been there, those small downward lines of sorrow.

I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.