Roald Dahl
Roald Dahl
Roald Dahlwas a British novelist, short story writer, poet, screenwriter, and fighter pilot. His books have sold over 200 million copies worldwide...
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth13 September 1916
CityCardiff, Wales
taste eating results
Pear Drops were exciting because they had a dangerous taste. All of us were warned against eating them, and the result was that we ate them more than ever.
teacher prayer benches
Prayers were held in Assembly Hall. We all perched in rows on wooden benches while teachers sat up on the platform in armchairs, facing us.
flames brave soldier
I shot down some German planes and I got shot down myself, crashing in a burst of flames and crawling out, getting rescued by brave soldiers.
children swim young
All Norwegian children learn to swim when they are very young because if you can't swim it is difficult to find a place to bathe.
greed want
I want an Oompa-Loompa!' screamed Veruca.
book pages looks
All you do is to look / At a page in this book / Because that's where we always will be. / No book ever ends / When it's full of your friends / The Giraffe and the Pelly and me.
moments glory brilliance
We all have our moments of brilliance and glory, and this was mine.
feet together faces
Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw...
missing ridiculous married
Here it is,' Nigel said. Mrs D, Mrs I, Mrs FFI, Mrs C, Mrs U, Mrs LTY. That spells difficulty.' How perfectly ridiculous!' snorted Miss Trunchbull. 'Why are all these women married?
surface below-the-surface absolutely-nothing
Fiona has the same glacial beauty of an iceburg, but unlike the iceburg she has absolutely nothing below the surface.
senior school boys
All through my school life I was appalled by the fact that masters and senior boys were allowed quite literally to wound other boys, and sometimes very severely.
boys years littles
I am only 8 years old, I told myself. No little boy of 8 has ever murdered anyone. It's not possible.
laughter fall broken
The fine line between roaring with laughter and crying because it's a disaster is a very, very fine line. You see a chap slip on a banana skin in the street and you roar with laughter when he falls slap on his backside. If in doing so you suddenly see he's broken a leg, you very quickly stop laughing and it's not a joke anymore.
father hands elbows
My father was a Norwegian who came from a small town near Oslo. He broke his arm at the elbow when he was 14, and they amputated it.