And Don’t Worry About The Bits You

I Cannot For The Life Of Me Understand Why Small Children Take So Long To Grow Up. I Think They Do It Deliberately, Just To Annoy Me.

I Asked My Mum, Who's A Very Clever Psychotherapist, And She Says That Kids Love Stories About Death; They Need It, They Need To Have Stories That Deal With Death And Explain It, As A Place To Put Their Fears.

The Fine Line Between Roaring With Laughter And Crying Because It's A Disaster Is A Very, Very Fine Line. You See A Chap Slip On A Banana Skin In The Street And You Roar With Laughter When He Falls Slap On His Backside. If In Doing So You Suddenly See He's Broken A Leg, You Very Quickly Stop Laughing And It's Not A Joke Anymore.

The Writer Has To Force Himself To Work. He Has To Make His Own Hours And If He Doesn't Go To His Desk At All There Is Nobody To Scold Him.

Do You Like Vegetables?" Sophie Asked, Hoping To Steer The Conversation Towards A Slightly Less Dangerous Kind Of Food. "you Is Trying To Change The Subject," The Giant Said Sternly. "we Is Having An Interesting Babblement About The Taste Of The Human Bean. The Human Bean Is Not A Vegetable.