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 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.
More Enid Blyton Quotes
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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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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.
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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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I don’t believe in things like that – fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It’s old-fashioned.’ ‘
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It wasn’t a bit of good fighting grown-ups. They could do exactly as they liked.
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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 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.
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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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All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
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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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Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers.
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You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly – and that is a great thing.
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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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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.
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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.
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