Quotes from Brian Jacques

When I need somebeast to tell me m'name I'll jolly well ask m'self. Pish tush! The very idea, tellin' a chap his own moniker!

Go find someone who will care for ye good, to sit quiet by yore side at the fire, an' if he treats ye decent as you hoped he would, you'll have all that your heart can desire.

Have you been travelling, my young friend? Come in out of the darkness and rain. Sit by the fire, eat, drink and rest yourself. Life is one long journey from beginning to end, you know. We all walk different roads, both with our bodies and our minds. Some of us lose heart and fall by the wayside, whilst others go on to realise their dreams and desires.

An early fly landed on Mara's eyelid. She shooed it off with a dozy paw as she awakened to peachgold dawn stealing softly over the sleeping dunes.The land lay in a pool of serinity;the sand,now still and cool,awaited sun-warmed day.Somewhere a lark began trilling as it fluttered its morning ascent into the airy heights.

If you wanna be a writer, you must learn to paint a picture with words.

Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?

to heal the sick, care for the injured, and give aid to the wretched and impoverished. So was it written, and so has it been

Is not the light of day a wondrous thing? It banishes all fears and worries of the previous night.

Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, the drums are beatin' braw. Rakkety Rakkety Rakkety Tam, are ye marchin' off tae war?   A warrior from the borders came, a buckler o'er his shoulder, a claymore swingin' at his side, there's no' a beast who's bolder!   O Rakkety Tam has sold his sword, Ah scarce believe he's done it. He swore an oath untae a fool, who took his pledge upon it!

Songs just spring into my head. Silly, isn't it. Sometimes old Goody Stickle says that it's Mossflower singing through me. Now and then she'll say it's a sight of season the hasn't yet shone upon. -Gonff

You may have enslaved our bodies, but our hearts and minds will always be free!

Wait and wonder when we will return, mouse - then you will really see what a battle is like. Simeon turned his head in the direction of Graypatch's voice. Alas, I will never see anything for I am blind; but I can sense a lot. I can feel you are both evil and desperate. They say you have only one eye. I am surprised at you—even a fool with half an eye could see that you will never triumph against good if you are evil.

Colder than the winter wind howling its dirge through the Southwest Forest. Colder than the snow blanketing tree, rock and earth in its silent shroud. Colder than ice that lay on water and hung in shards from branches and bushes. Colder than these was the smile of Ferahgo the Assassin!

Subaltern Meliton Gubthorpe Digglethwaite?

Like a soft cloak of dark velvet, buttoned and studded with stars, the last night of spring lay soft over the ancient sandstone Abbey of Redwall.

Was it magic? Of course it was.

is because you are kind and good, not a hard-hearted pitiless rat like Cluny. Please listen to me. Even the strongest and bravest must sometimes weep. It shows they have a great heart, one that can feel compassion for others. You are brave, Matthias. Already you have done great things for one so young. I am only a simple country-bred fieldmouse, but even I can see the courage and leadership in you. A burning brand shows the way, and each day your flame grows brighter.

Early morning was enveloped in white mist. It clung to tree and bush like a gossamer shawl, sparkling with dewdrops in the promise of a hot sunny day ahead.

Sometimes friends do go from us - it will happen ore and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never gone. Somewhere they're watching over you and they're always there, inside your heart.

I'd burn the salad, suh. Us of the fatal beauty type are pretty awful cooks if y' ask me. - Dorothea Duckfontein Dillworthy Dotti

Don't worry, Cornflower. I fully intend to take care of myself, for the safety of Redwall Abbey . . . and for you.

Rowanoak clapped her hefty paws together. 'Righto, clear the food away. We've got a show to rehearse. Felldoh, you look strong enough to be a good catcher . . .' Celandine fluttered her eyelashes. 'Ooh, he could catch me anytime of the season!

Crack some ribs or crush a skull, Stuff down hearts 'til he is full, Rip paws and tails off any poor seabeast, Lock your cabin doors this night, Shake with terror, quake with fright, For the Bogle may invite you to his feast!

It was also very sad at times, but does not sadness mingle with joy, to make us grow fully into the creatures we are?