No book ever ends, when it's full of your friends.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it.

Of course they're real people. They're Oompa-Loompas...Imported direct from Loompaland...And oh what a terrible country it is! Nothing but thick jungles infested by the most dangerous beasts in the world - hornswogglers and snozzwangers and those terrible wicked whangdoodles. A whangdoodle would eat ten Oompa-Loompas for breakfast and come galloping back for a second helping.

Eschew all those beastly adjectives.

The secret of life', he said, 'is to become very very good at somethin' that's very very 'ard to do.

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.

We all have our moments of brilliance and glory, and this was mine.