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 BLYTONI 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 BLYTONThey 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 BLYTONYou’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.
ENID BLYTONHere Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
ENID BLYTONWe must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
ENID BLYTONThe 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 BLYTONMy work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
ENID BLYTONI expect when we grow up, we shall think like them – but let’s hope we remember what it was like to think in the way children do, and understand the boys and the girls that are growing up when we’re men and women.
ENID BLYTONAs they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off,
ENID BLYTONThere was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. ‘I don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,’ said George.
ENID BLYTONSoon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
ENID BLYTONI think people make their own faces, as they grow.
ENID BLYTONI 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 BLYTONWriting for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTONI 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 BLYTONThe 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