The world is a scary place for such a small child.

If you can think of anything more terrifying than that happening to you in the middle of the night$$$ then let's hear about it.

The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers. She whips a pistol from her knickers. She aims it at the creature's head$$$ And bang bang bang$$$ she shoots him dead.

Then suddenly$$$ he was struck by a powerful but simple little truth$$$ and it was this: that English grammar is governed by rules that are almost mathematical in their strictness!

Man selects only for his own good: Nature only for that of the being which she tends.

We must$$$ however$$$ acknowledge$$$ as it seems to me$$$ that man with all his noble qualities... still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.

I didn't know which direction I was going in. I just went on walking and calling out$$$ walking and calling; and each time I called$$$ I would stop and listen. But no answer came.

We don't hold with book-reading$$$ Mr. Wormwood said. "You can't make a living from sitting on your fanny and reading story-books."

Well$$$ first of all$$$ said the BFG$$$ "human beans is not really believing in giants$$$ is they? Human beans is not thinking we exist."

You are still yourself in everything except your appearance. You've still got your own mind and your own brain and your own voice$$$ and thank goodness for that.