At that moment, in the sunset on Watership Down, there was offered to General Woundwort the opportunity to show whether he was really the leader of vision and genius which he believed himself to be, or whether he was no more than a tyrant with the courage and cunning of a pirate. For one beat of his pulse the lame rabbit's idea shone clearly before him. He grasped it and realized what it meant. The next, he had pushed it away from him.

Men will never rest till they've spoiled the earth and destroyed the animals.

A thing can be true and still be desperate folly.

Who knows why men do anything?

Our children's children will hear a good story.

Rabbits need dignity and above all the will to accept their fate.

I distinguish two types of human beings, Love people, who love the sky and the flowers, and Power People, who are essentially sold on naked power.