Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTONWriting for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.
ENID BLYTONHere Mr Potts come here you little idiot!
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 BLYTONMothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
ENID BLYTONSoon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake.
ENID BLYTONThe point is not that I don’t recognise bad people when I see them – I grant you I may quite well be taken in by them – the point is that I know a good person when I see one.
ENID BLYTONAll the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
ENID BLYTONOh, I wish I lived in a caravan!’ said Jimmy longingly. ‘How lovely it must be to live in a house that has wheels and can go away down the lanes and through the towns, and stand still in fields at night!
ENID BLYTONRemorse is a terrible thing to bear, Pam, one of the worst of all punishments in this life.
ENID BLYTONI 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 BLYTONTo 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.
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 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 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 BLYTONWe must have Christian ethics for our children, good and strong, but we must make them attractive, too, and it can be done.
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 BLYTON