The Writer Walks Out Of His Workroom

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.

Somewhere Inside All Of Us Is The Power To Change The World.

I'm Wondering What To Read Next." Matilda Said. "i've Finished All The Children's Books.

I Am Suspicious Of Both Facility And Speed.

I Have Found It Impossible To Talk To Anyone About My Problems. I Couldn't Face The Embarrassment, And Anyway I Lack The Courage. Any Courage I Had Was Knocked Out Of Me When I Was Young. But Now, All Of Sudden I Have A Sort Of Desperate Wish To Tell Everything To Somebody.