Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is

Two Hours Of Writing Fiction Leaves This Writer Completely Drained. For Those Two Hours He Has Been In A Different Place With Totally Different People.

Writing Is Mainly Perspiration, Not Inspiration.

Had I Not Had Children Of My Own, I Would Have Never Written Books For Children, Nor Would I Have Been Capable Of Doing So.

You Ignorant Little Slug!" The Trunchbull Bellowed. "you Witless Weed! You Empty-headed Hamster! You Stupid Glob Of Glue!

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.