I wanted to write something visual that I could read to the children. This was when I created the idea of Redwall Abbey in my imagination. As I wrote, the idea grew, and the manuscript along with it.

I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean.

Food to eat and games to play. Tell me why, tell me why. Serve it out and eat it up. Have a try, have a try.

Any weapon is a good weapon as long as ye can use it with honor and skill.

Knowledge is a thing that one cannot have enough of. It is the fruit of wisdom, to be eaten carefully and digested fully, unlike that lunch you are bolting down, little friend.

Armel shrugged. "I suppose so, Brother, but why do creatures have to fight?" Demple picked Mudge up and placed him on his shoulder. "Because there's always good and bad in the land, and goodbeasts have to protect their friends an' families from evil ones who want nothing but to conquer an' destroy.

Aha! Today I shall become an author! And I will auth and auth and auth and make a squillion dollars, whoopee!