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The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.

Enid Blyton

Hatred is so much easier to win than love – and so much harder to get rid of.
ENID BLYTON

Easier Erase Hatred Love Much Rid Winning
I am not really much interested in talking to adults, although I suppose practically every mother in the kingdom knows my name and my books. It’s their children I love.
ENID BLYTON

Adult Although Book Children Interest Kingdom Know Mother Practically Suppose Take
It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
ENID BLYTON

Fighting Good Grown Like Xactly
They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered.
ENID BLYTON

Another Answer Bad Beautiful Crush Delicious Overhead Smell Song Thyme
You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
ENID BLYTON

Difficulty Escape Face Fought never Trying
Make up your mind about things, by all means – but if something happens to show that you are wrong, then it is feeble not to change your mind,
ENID BLYTON

Change Feeble Happen Make Mind Something Up Wrong
I wonder where you got that idea from? I mean, the idea that it’s feeble to change your mind once it’s made up. That’s a wrong idea, you know.
ENID BLYTON

Change Fable Idea Mean People
Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTON

Art Children Interesting Most One Writing
A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
ENID BLYTON

Acting Clown Look Men Ordinary Out Photograph Ring Same
They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Bed Heathery Lay Listen Night Song
The children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.
ENID BLYTON

Delight Island Little Animal Live Nothing Own Pray Secret Very
It was the most beautiful evening, with the lake as blue as a cornflower and the sky flecked with rosy clouds. They held their hard-boiled eggs in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other, munching happily.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Blue Bread Butter Cloud Cornflower Egg Happily Lake Munching
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful.
ENID BLYTON

Beautiful Dark Lake Little Lonely Running See Water
Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTON

Country Idiot Little People Person
I do love the beginning of the summer hols,’ said Julian. They always seem to stretch out ahead for ages and ages.’ ‘They go so nice and slowly at first,’ said Anne, his little sister. ‘Then they start to gallop.
ENID BLYTON

Aheadm Age Always Being Little Nice Sister Stretch Summer
I have written, probably, more books for children than any other writer, from story-books to plays, and can claim to know more about interesting children than most.
ENID BLYTON

Book Children Claim Know More Play Probably Writer Written

The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before – but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever.

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