There are no strangers in here, just friends you haven't met...

I am the maker of music, the dreamer of dreams!

There is no life I know to compare with pure imagination. Living there, you'll be free if you truly wish to be.

Words," he said, "is oh such a twitch-tickling problem to me all my life.

But there was one other thing that the grown-ups also knew, and it was this: that however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance is there. The chance had to be there.

Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours, and nothing is fabulous any more.

A BOOK?! WHAT D'YOU WANNA FLAMING BOOK FOR?...WE'VE GOT A LOVELY TELLY WITH A 12-INCH SCREEN AND NOW YA WANNA BOOK!

I'd rather be fried alive and eaten by Mexicans.

Somewhere inside all of us is the power to change the world.

When you grow up and have children of your own, do please remember something important: A stodgy parent is not fun at all! What a child wants - and DESERVES - is a parent who is SPARKY!

All the reading she had done had given her a view of life that they had never seen.

Having power is not nearly as important as what you choose to do with it.

What I mean and what I say is two different things," the BFG announced rather grandly.

Mr. Twit was a twit. He was born a twit. And, now at the age of sixty, he was a bigger twit than ever.

Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.

I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.

I cannot for the life of me understand why small children take so long to grow up. I think they do it deliberately, just to annoy me.

Whipped cream isn't whipped cream at all if it hasnt been whipped with whips, just like poached eggs isn't poached eggs unless it's been stolen in the dead of the night.

I've heard tell that what you imagine sometimes comes true. -Grandpa Joe

Life is more fun if you play games.

We all have our moments of brilliance and glory, and this was mine.

If you are good life is good.

Here it is,' Nigel said. Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That spells difficulty.' How perfectly ridiculous!' snorted Miss Trunchbull. 'Why are all these women married?

You seemed so far away," Miss Honey whispered, awestruck. "Oh, I was. I was flying past the stars on silver wings," Matilda said. "It was wonderful.