I have found it impossible to talk to anyone about my problems. I couldn't face the embarrassment, and anyway I lack the courage. Any courage I had was knocked out of me when I was young. But now, all of sudden I have a sort of desperate wish to tell everything to somebody.

You can write about anything for children as long as you've got humour.

Perhaps it's chasing me. But I don't think it will ever catch me because I am moving fast.

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

To shipbrokers, coal was black gold.

By the time I am nearing the end of a story, the first part will have been reread and altered and corrected at least one hundred and fifty times. I am suspicious of both facility and speed. Good writing is essentially rewriting. I am positive of this.

I don't care if a reader hates one of my stories, just as long as he finishes the book.