Quotes from Roald Dahl

How long could we allow this beast To gorge and guzzle, feed and feast On everything he wanted to? Great Scott! It simply wouldn't do! However long this pig might live, We're positive he'd never give Even the smallest bit of fun Or happiness to anyone.

It seemed to be suspended by some invisible thread, like a toy bird hanging from the ceiling.

KIRASUKU MALIBUKU WEEBEE WIZE UN YUBEE KUKU! ¡ALIPENDA KAKAMENDA PANTZ FORLDUN IFNO SUSPENDA! ¡FUNIKIKA KANDERIKA WEEBEE STRONGA YUBEE WEEKA! ¡POPOKOTA BORUMOKA VERI RISKI YU PROVOKA! ¡KATIKATI MOONS UN STARS FANFANISHA VENUS MARTE! El

This, he thought, is what hell must be like. Hell without heat. There was something unholy about it all, something unbelievably diabolical.

Ughhhhhhhh!' he said. 'Arghhhhhhhh! Ouchhhhhhhh!

And Mrs. Fox said to her children, 'I should like you to know that if it wasn't for your father we should all be dead by now. Your father is a fantastic fox.' Mr. Fox looked at his wife and she smiled. He loved her more than ever when she said things like that.

If you are going to get anywhere in life, you have to read a lot of books.

I cannot be helping it if I sometimes is saying things a little squiggly. I

Sebagian besar hal seru yang kita lakukan dalam hidup ini membuat kita takut setengah mati. Hal-hal itu tidak akan seru kalau tidak menakutkan -Danny

A FAMOUS SWORD SWALLOWER FROM AFGHANISTAN WHO IS NOW TEACHING ME TO EAT MY WORDS (WHAT YOU DO IS YOU TAKE THE S OFF THE BEGINNING OF THE SWORD AND PUT IT ON THE END BEFORE YOU SWALLOW IT).

the most scrumdiddlyumptious story.

screamed the Trunchbull and she marched off the platform followed closely by the cook.

Slowly, wearily, the foxes began to slope the tunnel up

we might have expected a fishy story from a man with a name like haddock, goff said.

My dear boy,' Mr Wonka answered, 'if we don't come down at a terrific speed, we'll never burst our way back in through the roof of the factory. It's not easy to punch a hole in a roof as strong as that.' 'But there's a hole in it already,' said Charlie. 'We made it when we came out.' 'Then we shall make another,' said Mr Wonka. 'Two holes are better than one. Any mouse will tell you that.

Just look at that beastly duck cooking at my stove! Cried Mrs Gregg as she flew past the kitchen window. How dare she!

But sometimes mysteries are more intriguing than explanations.

Dear children far across the sea, How nice of you to write to me. I love to hear the things you say When you are miles and miles away. All children, and I think I'm right, Are nicer when they're out of sight!

But Mr Tibbs didn't hesitate for long. 'Tell the head gardener,' he whispered, 'that I require immediately a brand new unused garden fork and also a spade. And for a knife we shall use the great sword hanging on the wall in the morning-room. But clean the sword well first. It was last used to cut off the head of King Charles the First and there may still be a little dried blood on the blade.

A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.

You mean to tell me,' I said, 'that every time I pleasure a young lady, I shoot into her two thousand million spermatozoa?' 'Absolutely.' 'All squiggling and squirming and thrashing about?' 'Of course.' 'No wonder it gives her a charge,' I said. A.

Crocodile tongues!" he cried. "One thousand long slimy crocodile tongues boiled up in the skull of a dead witch for twenty days and nights with the eyeballs of a lizard! Add the fingers of a young monkey, the gizzard of a pig, the beak of a green parrot, the juice of a porcupine, and three spoonfuls of sugar. Stew for another week, and then let the moon do the rest!

It's worse than that, William! It's diabolical! Do you know what this means? It means that decent folk like you and me can't even go out and have a little fun at night without risking a broken leg or arm. We might even break our necks!

Most people—and especially small children—are often quite scared of being out of doors alone in the moonlight. Everything is so deadly quiet, and the shadows are so long and black, and they keep turning into strange shapes that seem to move as you look at them, and the slightest little snap of a twig makes you jump.