Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.
But there was one other thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: that however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there. The chance had to be there.
There is no place I know that compares to pure imagination.
Good writing is essentially rewriting.
I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.