Boy Quotes

“We all have our moments of brilliance and glory, and this was mine.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“When writing about oneself, one must strive to be truthful. Truth is more important than modesty.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“An autobiography is a book a person writes about his own life and it is usually full of all sorts of boring details.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whisky than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith hope and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul and that I am sure is why he does it.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“my candle burns at both ends it will not last the night but arh my friends and oh my foes it gives a lovely light”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“It is almost worth going away because it's so lovely coming back.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Do you wonder then that this man’s behaviour used to puzzle me tremendously? He was an ordinary clergyman at that time as well as being Headmaster, and I would sit in the dim light of the school chapel and listen to him preaching about the Lamb of God and about Mercy and Forgiveness and all the rest of it and my young mind would become totally confused. I knew very well that only the night before this preacher had shown neither Forgiveness nor Mercy in flogging some small boy who had broken the rules.
So what was it all about? I used to ask myself.
Did they preach one thing and practise another, these men of God?
And if someone had told me at the time that this flogging clergyman was one day to become the Archbishop of Canterbury, I would never have believed it.
It was all this, I think, that made me begin to have doubts about religion and even about God. If this person, I kept telling myself, was one of God’s chosen salesmen on earth, then there must be something very wrong about the whole business.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“I began to realize how simple life could be if one had a regular routine to follow with fixed hours and a fixed salary and very little original thinking to do. The life of a writer is absolute hell compared with the life of a businessman. 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. If he is a writer of fiction he lives in a world of fear. Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not. Two hours of writing fiction leaves this particular writer absolutely drained. For those two hours he has been miles away, he has been somewhere else, in a different place with totally different people, and the effort of swimming back into normal surroundings is very great. It is almost a shock. The writer walks out of his workroom in a daze. He wants a drink. He needs it. It happens to be a fact that nearly every writer of fiction in the world drinks more whisky than is good for him. He does it to give himself faith, hope and courage. A person is a fool to become a writer. His only compensation is absolute freedom. He has no master except his own soul, and that, I am sure, is why he does it.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“You must remember that there was virtually no air travel in the early 1930s. Africa was two weeks away from England by boat and it took you about five weeks to get to China. These were distant and magic lands and nobody went to them just for a holiday. You went there to work. Nowadays you can go anywhere in the world in a few hours and nothing is fabulous anymore.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Then there was a hard brown lozenge called the Tonsil Tickler. The Tonsil Tickler tasted and smelled very strongly of chloroform. We had not the slightest doubt that these things were saturated in the dreaded anaesthetic which, as Thwaites had many times pointed out to us, could put you to sleep for hours at a stretch. "If my father has to saw off somebody's leg," he said, "he pours chloroform on to a pad and the person sniffs it and goes to sleep and my father saws his leg off without him even feeling it."
"But why do they put it into sweets and sell them to us?" we asked him. You might think a question like this would have baffled Thwaites. But Thwaites was never baffled.
"My father says Tonsil Ticklers were invented for dangerous prisoners in jail," he said. "They give them one with each meal and the chloroform makes them sleepy and stops them rioting."
"Yes," we said, "but why sell them to children?"
"It's a plot," Thwaites said. "A grown-up plot to keep us quiet.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“I usually carried with me six loaded plates, which allowed me only six exposures, so that clicking the shutter even once was a serious business that had to be carefully thought out beforehand.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“All grown-ups appear as giants to small children. But Headmasters (and policemen) are the biggest giants of all and acquire a marvellously exaggerated stature.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Each new day demands new ideas and he can never be sure whether he is going to come up with them or not.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Do you wonder then that this man’s behaviour used to puzzle me tremendously? He was an ordinary clergyman at that time as well as being Headmaster, and I would sit in the dim light of the school chapel and listen to him preaching about the Lamb of God and about Mercy and Forgiveness and all the rest of it and my young mind would become totally confused. I knew very well that only the night before this preacher had shown neither Forgiveness nor Mercy in flogging some small boy who had broken the rules.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“In Norway, you may select any individual around the table and skaal him or her in a small private ceremony. You first lift your glass high and call out the name. ‘Bestemama!’ you say. ‘Skaal, Bestemama!’ She will then lift her own glass and hold it up high. At the same time your own eyes meet hers, and you must keep looking deep into her eyes as you sip your drink. After you have both done this, you raise your glasses high up again in a sort of silent final salute, and only then does each person look away and set down his glass.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Vaig començar a adonar-me que podia resultar molt senzilla, la vida, si s'entrava en una rutina regular, amb hores fixes, salari fix i poca necessitat de tenir idees originals. La vida d´un escriptor és l'infern, comparada amb la d'un executiu. L'escriptor s'ha de forçar a treballar. S'ha de fer l'horari, i si no s'asseu a la taula de treball ningú no l'esbronca. Viu en un món de temor. Cada dia exigeix idees noves, i no pot estar mai segur de si les podrà seguir o no. Dues hores d'escriure ficció el deixa completament sec. (....) La persona que vol ser escriptor és un beneit. L'única compensació és uqe té tota la llibertat. No té més amo que el seu propi esperit; i es per això que es fa escriptor, n'estic segur”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Eve dönüşün keyfini çıkarmak için evden uzaklaşmaya değer.”
― Roald Dahl, Küçük Adam Büyürken

“Bütün büyükler çocuklara dev gibi görünürler.”
― Roald Dahl, Küçük Adam Büyürken

“When I was twelve, my mother said to me, ‘I’ve entered you for Marlborough and Repton. Which would you like to go to?’ Both were famous Public Schools, but that was all I knew about them. ‘Repton,’ I said. ‘I’ll go to Repton.’ It was an easier word to say than Marlborough. ‘Very well,’ my mother said. ‘You shall go to Repton.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Behind the moustache there lived an inflamed and savage face with a deeply corrugated brow that indicated a very limited intelligence. ‘Life is a puzzlement,’ the corrugated brow seemed to be saying, ‘and the world is a dangerous place. All men are enemies and small boys are insects that will turn and bite you if you don’t get them first and squash them hard.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“I promise you that if somebody had caught me by the shoulder at that moment and said to me, ‘What is your greatest wish in life, little boy? What is your absolute ambition? To be a doctor? A fine musician? A painter? A writer? Or the Lord Chancellor?’ I would have answered without hesitation that my only ambition, my hope, my longing was to have a bike like that and to go whizzing down the hill with no hands on the handlebars. It would be fabulous. It made me tremble just to think about it.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“He maintained that there was some kind of magic about English schooling and that the education it provided had caused the inhabitants of a small island to become a great nation and a great Empire and to produce the world’s greatest literature. ‘No child of mine’, he kept saying, ‘is going to school anywhere else but in England.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Nobody gets a nervous breakdown or a heart attack from selling kerosene to gentle country folk from the back of a tanker in Somerset on a fine summer’s day.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy

“a boy. But tragically, she died after giving birth to the second”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood

“Do you wonder then that this man's behavior used to puzzle me tremendously? He was an ordinary clergyman at that time as well as being Headmaster, and I would sit in the dim light of the school chapel and listen to him preaching about the Lamb of God and about Mercy and Forgiveness and all the rest of it and my young mind would become totally confused. I knew very well that only the night before this preacher had shown neither Forgiveness nor Mercy in flogging some small boy who had broken the rules.
....
Did they preach one thing and practice another, these men of God?
.....
It was all this, I think, that made me begin to have doubts about religion and even about God. If this person, I kept telling myself, was one of God's chosen salesmen on earth, then there must be something very wrong about the whole business.”
― Roald Dahl, Boy: Tales of Childhood