“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.”

Obscurity is never a virtue.

I think probably kindness is my number one attribute in a human being. I’ll put it before any of the things like courage or bravery or generosity or anything else.

The writer has to force himself to work. He has to make his own hours and if he doesn’t go to his desk at all there is nobody to scold him.

Careful those who fight with monsters, that they might become monsters themeselves.

f I were a headmaster I would get rid of the history teacher and get a chocolate teacher instead.

I have a passion for teaching kids to become readers, to become comfortable with a book, not daunted. Books shouldn’t be daunting, they should be funny, exciting and wonderful; and learning to be a reader gives a terrific advantage.

When writing about oneself, one must strive to be truthful. Truth is more important than modesty.

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.

It is preferable to incur a mild punishment than to perform an onerous task.

Watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you.

A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men.

I do have a blurred memory of sitting on the stairs and trying over and over again to tie one of my shoelaces, but that is all that comes back to me of school itself.

Human ‘beans’ is the only animals that is killing their own kind.

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly.

I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours, a fixed salary, and very little original thinking to do.

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I make jam, and oh my God, it is so delicious.

My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

I was not created to be occupied by eating delicious foods like tied up cattle.

My wife wants me to eat fish; she says it is delicious. But I don’t like fish, so that is that.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.