Writing For Children Is An Art In

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.

You're Trying To Escape From Your Difficulties, And There Never Is Any Escape From Difficulties, Never. They Have To Be Faced And Fought.

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.

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.

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.