My Work In Books, Films And Talks

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.