Mothers and dogs both had a kind of second sight that made them see into people’s minds and know when anything unusual was going on.
ENID BLYTONI think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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Laugh at them, tread on them, and let them lead you to something better.
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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.
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I get over a hundred letters a day from all over the world, from children and parents, and it’s a wonder I ever have time to write books, let alone speak!
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To wish undone something you have done, to wish you could look back on kindness to someone you love, instead of on unkindness – that is a very terrible thing.
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My work in books, films and talks lies almost wholly with children, and I have very little time to give to grown-ups.
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I’m good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
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I think people make their own faces, as they grow.
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When you’re paid to do a job, it’s better to give a few minutes more to it, than a few minutes less. That’s one of the differences between doing a job honestly and doing it dishonestly! See?
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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,
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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
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Well, we must be jolly old-fashioned then,’ said Bessie. ‘Because we not only believe in the Faraway Tree and love our funny friends there, but we go to see them too – and we visit the lands at the top of the Tree as well!
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Remorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
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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.
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As 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,
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