A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.
BRIAN JACQUESAny weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.
More Brian Jacques Quotes
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The more ‘otter it is, the more ‘otter otters likes it
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The door of our Abbey is always open to any travellers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.
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The young mouse’s eyes snapped open, clear and bright. He swung the ancient sword high and struck at the giant adder. He struck for Redwall! He struck against evil! He struck for Martin! He struck for Log-a-Log and his shrews!
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Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.
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Step aside? I step aside for nobeast, whether it be a hallowed hedgehog, an officious otter, a seasoned squirrel, a mutterin’ mole or a befuddled badger!
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Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred.
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Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, you’ll regret the day, When you took a mouse thief and locked him away, Silly cat, look at that, it’s two for one, A thief and a warrior, by dawn will be gone.
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I love book signings: kids waiting in line for you to scribble on their new books, haha!
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your lives be as full and happy as ours,and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends.
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Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age.
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I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc… to find success writing children’s novels.
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Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.
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The advice I continually give to young writers is this, “Learn to paint pictures with words.” Not just once upon a time, but … In the long secret dust of ages, beneath a blue forgotten sky, where trade winds caress the sun bleached shores of unknown realms …
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So here is my story, may it bring Some smiles and a tear or so, It happened once upon a time, Far away, and long ago, Outside the night wind keens and wails, Come listen to me, the Teller of Tales!
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Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!” Alarm spread across Hugo’s pudgy features.
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