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When You're Old Enough To Write A Book For Children, By Then You'll Have Become A Grown Up And Have Lost All Your Jokeyness. Unless You're An Undeveloped Adult And Still Have An Enormous Amount Of Childishness In You.

And Don’t Worry About The Bits You Can’t Understand. Sit Back And Allow The Words To Wash Around You, Like Music.

We Is In Dream Country,' The Bfg Said. 'this Is Where All Dreams Is Beginning.

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

If You Have Good Thoughts They Will Shine Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams And You Will Always Look Lovely.