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Enid Blyton Biography

Enid Mary Blyton (11 August 1897 – 28 November 1968) was an English children's writer whose books have been among the world's best-sellers since the 1930s, selling more than 600 million copies. Blyton's books are still enormously popular, and have been translated into 90 languages; her first book, Child Whispers, a 24-page collection of poems, was published in 1922. She wrote on a wide range of topics including education, natural history, fantasy, mystery, and biblical narratives and is best remembered today for her Noddy, Famous Five, and Secret Seven series.

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Well, you know what grown-ups are,' said Dinah. 'They don't think the same way as we do. I 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.

Girl, Children, Growing Up, Said, Women

You're trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.

Difficulties, Difficulty, Escape, Faced, Fought, Trying

I don't believe in things like that - fairies or brownies or magic or anything. It's old-fashioned. ' '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!

Believe, Funny Friend, Jolly, Land, Like, See

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.

Acting, Look, Men, Ordinary, Quite

Leave something for someone but dont leave someone for something.

Funny, Leave, Senior

I 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.

Gallop, Hols, Little Sister, Nice, Summer

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. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic. “Well,” said Jack at last. “What do you think? Shall we run away, and live on the secret island?” “Yes!” whispered all the children. “Let’s!

Beautiful, Grew, Lonely, Rose, Running

Mothers were much too sharp. They were like dogs. Buster always sensed when anything was out of the ordinary, and so did mothers. 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.

Dog, Know, Mother, Mothers, Sight, Unusual

You are honest enough by nature to be able to see and judge your own self clearly - and that is a great thing. Never lose that honesty, Bobby - always be honest with yourself, know your own motives for what they are, good or bad, make your own decisions firmly and justly - and you will be a fine, strong character, of some real use in this muddled world of ours!

Honesty, Nature, Real, Strong, Use

Hatred is so much easier to win than love - and so much harder to get rid of.

Winning, Hatred, Easier, Win, Rid

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!

Alone, Book, Books, Children, Wonder, Writing

Here Mr Potts come here you little idiot!

Come, Idiot, Littles, Potts

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. 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, the 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.

Animal, Birds, Children, Seemed, Swimming, Trees

If you can't look after something in your care, you have no right to keep it.

Care, Ifs, Keep, Look, Looks

I 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.

Book, Children, Claim, Know, Play

Writing for children is an art in itself, and a most interesting one.

Art, Children, Interesting, Writing

I 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. 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, Elizabeth. Only the strongest people have the pluck to change their minds, and say so, if they see they have been wrong in their ideas.

Ideas, Mean, People, Pluck, See, Things

The 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.

Good, Grant, May, People, Point, Taken

Soon 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. ‘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.

Beautiful, Bread, Eggs, Hand, Lakes, Watching

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. 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.

Beautiful, Honeysuckle, Night, Reeds, Song

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