Don't Gobblefunk Around With Words.

Some Children Are Spoiled And It Is Not Their Fault, It Is Their Parents.

Mr. Twit Was A Twit. He Was Born A Twit. And, Now At The Age Of Sixty, He Was A Bigger Twit Than Ever.

The Witching Hour, Somebody Had Once Whispered To Her, Was A Special Moment In The Middle Of The Night When Every Child And Every Grown-up Was In A Deep Deep Sleep, And All The Dark Things Came Out From Hiding And Had The World All To Themselves.

A Writer Of Fiction Lives In Fear. Each New Day Demands New Ideas And He Can Never Be Sure Whether He Is Going To Come Up With Them Or Not.

Bunkum And Tummyrot! You'll Never Get Anywhere If You Go About What-iffing Like That. Would Columbus Have Discovered America If He'd Said 'what If I Sink On The Way Over? What If I Meet Pirates? What If I Never Come Back?' He Wouldn't Even Have Started.