Quotes from Roald Dahl

There is little point in teaching anything backwards. The whole object of life, Headmistress, is to go forwards.

There aren't many funny bits in Mr Tolkien either,' Matilda said. 'Do you think that all children's books ought to have funny bits in them?' Miss Honey asked. 'I do,' Matilda said. 'Children are not so serious as grown-ups and love to laugh.

The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whisky than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith hope and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul and that I am sure is why he does it.

The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

The maid screamed. The Queen gasped. Sophie waved.

We is in Dream Country,' the BFG said. 'This is where all dreams is beginning.

What she needed was just one person, one wise and sympathetic grown-up who could help her.

A girl should think about making herself look attractive so she can get a good husband later on. Looks is more important than books, Miss Hunky... The name is Honey, Miss Honey said. Now look at me, Mrs Wormwood said. Then look at you. You chose books. I chose looks.

Oh where, oh where had Snow White gone? She'd found it easy, being pretty To hitch a ride into the city.

The snozberries taste like snozberries!

the more risks you allow children to take, the better they learn to take care of themselves. If you never let them take any risks, then I believe they become very prone to injury. Boys should be allowed to climb tall trees and walk along the tops of high walls and dive into the sea from high rocks... The same with girls. I like the type of child who takes risks. Better by far than the one who never does so.

Some people when they have taken too much and have been driven beyond the point of endurance, simply crumble and give up. There are others, though they are not many, who will for some reason always be unconquerable. You meet them in time of war and also in time of peace. They have an indomitable spirit and nothing, neither pain nor torture nor threat of death, will cause them to give up.

Poor Cindy's heart was torn to shreds. My Prince! She thought. He chops off heads! How could I marry anyone Who does that sort of thing for fun? The Prince cried, Who's this dirty slut? Off with her nut! Off with her nut!

I've always said to myself that if a little pocket calculator can do it why shouldn't I?

I is reading it hundreds of times,' the BFG said. 'And I is still reading it and teaching new words to myself and how to write them. It is the most scrumdiddlyumptious story.' Sophie took the book out of his hand. 'Nicholas Nickleby,' she read aloud. 'By Dahl's Chickens,' the BFG said.

In any event, parents never underestimated the abilities of their own children. Quite the reverse. Sometimes it was well nigh impossible for a teacher to convince the proud father or mother that their beloved offspring was a complete nitwit.

However small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance was there.

There is something about very cold weather that gives one an enormous appetite. Most of us find ourselves beginning to crave rich steaming stews and hot apple pies and all kinds of delicious warming dishes; and because we are all a great deal luckier than we realize, we usually get what we want—or near enough.

EATABLE MARSHMALLOW PILLOWS LICKABLE WALLPAPER FOR NURSERIES HOT ICE CREAMS FOR COLD DAYS COWS THAT GIVE CHOCOLATE MILK FIZZY LIFTING DRINKS SQUARE SWEETS THAT LOOK ROUND

There's nothin' you can get from a book that you can't get from a television fastah! -Harry Wormwood

The walls were wet and sticky, and peach juice was dripping from the ceiling. James opened his mouth and caught some of it on his tongue. It tasted delicious.

I am only 8 years old, I told myself. No little boy of 8 has ever murdered anyone. It's not possible.

my candle burns at both ends it will not last the night but arh my friends and oh my foes it gives a lovely light

Both Matilda and Lavender were enthralled. It was quite clear to them that they were at this moment standing in the presence of a master. Here was somebody who had brought the art of skulduggery to the highest point of perfection, somebody, moreover, who was willing to risk life and limb in pursuit of her calling. They gazed in wonder at this goddess, and suddenly even the boil on her nose was no longer a blemish but a badge of courage.