My Father Was A Norwegian Who Came

Good Writing Is Essentially Rewriting.

Eschew All Those Beastly Adjectives.

We Is In Dream Country,' The Bfg Said. 'this Is Where All Dreams Is Beginning.

I Like Enthusiasts Of Any Kind.

I Was Glad My Father Was An Eye-smiler. It Meant He Never Gave Me A Fake Smile, Because It's Impossible To Make Your Eyes Twinkle If You Aren't Feeling Twinkly Yourself. A Mouth-smile Is Different. You Can Fake A Mouth-smile Any Time You Want, Simply By Moving Your Lips. I've Also Learned That A Real Mouth-smile Always Has An Eye-smile To Go With It, So Watch Out, I Say, When Someone Smiles At You With His Mouth But The Eyes Stay The Same. It's Sure To Be Bogus.