One cloud feels lonely.

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.

Rabbits live close to death and when death comes closer than usual, thinking about survival leaves little room for anything else.

If a rabbit gave advice and the advice wasn't accepted, he immediately forgot it, and so did everyone else.

I certainly think that 10 to 20 years from now, clearly the majority of veterinarians will be women.

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

We all have to meet our match sometime or other.