When Writing About Oneself, One

Well, First Of All," Said The Bfg, "human Beans Is Not Really Believing In Giants, Is They? Human Beans Is Not Thinking We Exist.

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.

When I Was 2, We Moved Into An Imposing Country Mansion 8 Miles West Of Cardiff, Wales.

No Book Ever Ends, When It's Full Of Your Friends.

Poor Earthworm,' The Ladybird Said, Whispering In James's Ear. 'he Loves To Make Everything Into A Disaster. He Hates To Be Happy. He Is Only Happy When He Is Gloomy.