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!
Enid BlytonSoon they were all sitting on the rocky ledge, which was still warm, watching the sun go down into the lake. 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. There was a dish of salt for everyone to dip their eggs into. โI donโt know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer than the ones we have indoors,โ said George.
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 BlytonOh, I wish I lived in a caravan!โ said Jimmy longingly. โHow 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 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. 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