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!
BRIAN JACQUESYou love young ones and babes, I know this. The young will always befriend and admire you…all the young ones of the earth belong to you in friendship. Be good to them. -Breeze, to Sunflash the Mace
More Brian Jacques Quotes
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I think that others can drive a creature to naughtiness, always accusing and blaming them. After a while it must make the creature unhappy and drive him…to be naughty, because nobody expects them to be good.
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See, as much as there are words in poetry, there is a poetry in words. Use it, stay faithful to the path you have set your heart upon and follow it.
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Tell the Queen that there’s been a robin red-breast hanging about Kotir grounds. It flies down low and vanishes near the floor. Cludd thinks it might be something to do with those woodlanders.
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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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We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.
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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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Now, I’m to say nothing to Fortunata or Ashleg… ‘I must tell the Queen that a robin has seen Cludd hanging about. No, that’s not right. I must tellt he robin taht Cludd has been hanging the Queen.
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There are enough cowards in the world without killing a brave creature for so little reason.
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Where’s the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?
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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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Who rules o’er the Kingdom of Night, where all is not what it seems? ‘Tis I, the Weaver of Tales, for I am the Dreamer of Dreams!
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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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Who knows, my friend? Maybe the sword does have some magic. Personally, I think it’s the warrior who wields it.
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The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightmares of fear.
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Sala-manda-stron, look out here we come, A thief a warrior and a mole. Though the quest may take its toll, We’ll march until we reach our goal.
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