I'm just going to stay here, in the darkness under the arch. I can hear you all out there, trip-trapping, trip-trapping over my bridge. Oh yes, I can hear you. But I'm not coming out.

You are young, and in love. Every young man in your position is the most miserable young man who ever lived.

You were her way here, and it's a dangerous thing to be a door.

Right," said Fat Charlie conversationally. "You realize, of course, that this means war." It was the traditional war cry of a rabbit when pushed too far.

Adult helplessness destroys children. Or it forces them to become tiny adults of their own.

We owe it to each other to tell stories.

I have a really high tolerance level for twits. I really do.