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.

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

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.

We could have chopped down the sycamore with this.

I sometimes think it ironic for an ex-seaman, longshoreman, truck driver, policeman, bus driver, etc... to find success writing children's novels.

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.

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