Eschew All Those Beastly Adjectives.

Don't Gobblefunk Around With Words.

Nobody Gets A Nervous Breakdown Or A Heart Attack From Selling Kerosene To Gentle Country Folk From The Back Of A Tanker In Somerset.

If The Good Lord Intended For Us To Walk, He Wouldn't Have Invented Rollar Skates.

I Doubt I Would Have Written A Line ... Unless Some Minor Tragedy Had Sort Of Twisted My Mind Out Of The Normal Rut.

I Want An Oompa-loompa!' Screamed Veruca.