You Chose Books, I Chose Looks .

I Is Reading It Hundreds Of Times,' The Bfg Said. 'and I Is Still Reading It And Teaching New Words To Myself And How To Write Them. It Is The Most Scrumdiddlyumptious Story.' Sophie Took The Book Out Of His Hand. 'nicholas Nickleby,' She Read Aloud. 'by Dahl's Chickens,' The Bfg Said.

A Girl Should Think About Making Herself Look Attractive So She Can Get A Good Husband Later On. Looks Is More Important Than Books, Miss Hunky..." "the Name Is Honey," Miss Honey Said. "now Look At Me," Mrs Wormwood Said. "then Look At You. You Chose Books. I Chose Looks.

I Was Observing Her Closely As I Talked, And After A While I Began To Get The Impression That She Was Not, In Fact, Quite So Merry And Smiling A Girl As I Had Been Led To Believe At First. She Seemed To Be Coiled In Herself, As Though With A Secret She Was Jealously Guarding. The Deep-blue Eyes Moved Too Quickly About The Room, Never Settling Or Resting On One Thing For More Than A Moment; And Over All Her Face, Though So Faint That They Might Not Even Have Been There, Those Small Downward Lines Of Sorrow.

Somewhere Inside All Of Us Is The Power To Change The World.

Wonka: But, Charlie, Don't Forget What Happened To The Man Who Suddenly Got Everything He Always Wanted. Charlie: What Happened? Wonka: He Lived Happily Ever After.