Meanings is not important, said the BFG. I cannot be right all the time. Quite often I is left instead of right.
Well not exactly," the father said."Nobody could do that. but it didn't take me long.
It doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, so long as somebody loves you.
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen.
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.