We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.

In our imaginations we can go anywhere. Travel with me to Redwall in Mossflower country.

Where's the point in fighting and slaying if you can make a friend out of anybeast instead of a foe?

A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.

I still pinch meself when I wake up of a morning...Who ever thought I'd be a children's author -- let alone a best-selling children's author? I feel I should still be driving a truck, or (working as) a longshoreman.

Friend is a very small word, A little sound we make, For one who is true, one who will do, Great deeds for friendship's sake.

A mouse is small and can go unnoticed: but there is no limit to what a brave heart and a fearless spirit can achieve.