Quotes from Brian Jacques

Oi jus' bin a-runned over boi a mad creatur'. Hurr." Orlando laughed so hard he hurt his jaw.

Matti, you're here, you're alive, by the stones of Redwall!" Mattimeo clung tightly to his father, sobbing and laughing at the same time. "I knew you'd find me someday! I knew it!

Taking my paw to your young Mattimeo's ear, if he keeps upsetting my candied chestnut display. If you'll excuse me," Sister May said, and hurried off.

I'll say I do! Can I have some of that funny-looking pie?" "Ssshh! Don't let the Abbot hear you, that's his new invention, wild cherry and glazed plum gateau with elderflower cream. He's very proud of it." "Mmmm, so he should be, tastes marvelous. D'you use paws or a spoon?" "Try using your mouth. Hahaha!

Orlando, my good friend, the explanation to it all is merely one simple word: Redwall.

Sister May was delighted at their announcement that the young one is to be named after her. However, she insists on the little female being called May and not Sissimay.

You watch, he'll be the first to break ranks and charge if anybeast throws a pie over that wall.

Mrs. Churchmouse

south side, and

Baby Rollo had finally succeeded in diving from the pear tree straight into the center of an oversized sliced apple and wild plum crumble. He sat smiling and eating his way out, a mass of sweet acorn crumbs and sticky fruit.

Yurr bee's moi 'eart, an' yurr bee's moi paw. Wellcum, an' henter ee thru this door. Friends of'n ee bee's friends o' moine, us'll all 'ave ee gurt ole toime!

The dormouse polished an apple on his jerkin. "D'you like my stories, Burrem?" The little fellow smiled. "Burr aye, oi serpintly do, zurr!" His friend settled down comfortably on the grass, propping his back against the log. "Right then, it's a good long one. We'll have to break off for lunch and tea, supper, too, maybe. Ah well, here goes. Once upon a time . . .

Raptail blanched visibly as he bowed to Ferahgo. Nobeast, not even the Assassin himself, liked to do business with Farran the Poisoner. The black fox was not even part of the horde, he merely followed at a short distance, going and coming as he pleased. Raptail trotted off to do his master's bidding, dodging around rocks and behind sand barriers.

Our Abbey is a place of friendship. Anyone, young or old, who has read or heard of Redwall may come and visit us. If you are honest and of good heart, no matter what the season our door is open to you. Whether for the first time, or for the return of an old companion, you are welcome. Please feel free to visit us anytime you pass by this way.

A come t'morrer on wall?" he wanted to know. "Yes, Rollo. We'll come to the wall tomorrow, and all the tomorrows after that until my Mattimeo comes back. Do you remember Mattimeo?

After the burial, the hares of the Long Patrol sang a short verse as a farewell to their comrade. "Now the sunny glades are silent, where our fallen warriors lay. As in memory we treasure all the brave who marched away. Through the dusty seasons rolling, o'er our passing out parade, how we laughed and sang together, Oh your face 'twill never fade.

Burr, oi'm pow'ful 'ungry, give oi a scone, missus!" "No no, you nasty rough mole, one is quite sufficient!" "Hurr, then give oi summ zoop, marm." "Soup? Lack a season, the ruffian will eat us out of house and burrow. Go away and be off with you, you gluttonous beast!

Lord Abbot, before I serve you the first portion to taste, can I suggest jugged hare for our next banquet?

Aye, and famous glutton and singer of dreadful songs.

Saro was breathing like a bellows, still hard on her opponent's heels. At the sound of Bragoon's whistle, Saro summoned up all her energy and put on a massive burst of speed. As the finishing line loomed up, Springald set her eyes dead ahead, racing wildly for it. Saro made a mighty leap. She sailed up and over, passing above the startled mousemaid's head, to land beyond the line, half a pace ahead, right beside Brother Weld, who roared out, "Saro wins!

Never order your tribe tae do somethin' that you're afeared tae do yerself, laddie.

He repeated the precious word aloud to the moon: "Redwall!

if it be rainin' then there do be water pourin' from the sky.

Water'n'breads, pickernick on wall.