Richard Adams quotes:

The thinker dies, but his thoughts are beyond the reach of destruction. Men are mortal; but ideas are immortal.

People who record birdsong generally do it very early-before six o'clock-if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland becomes too constant and too loud.

A thing can be true and still be desperate folly, Hazel.

The radical novelty of modern science lies precisely in the rejection of the belief, which is at the heart of all popular religion, that the forces which move the stars and atoms are contingent upon the preferences of the human heart.

Our children's children will hear a good story.

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

We are all human and fall short of where we need to be. We must never stop trying to be the best we can be.

Bluebell had been saying that he knew the men hated us for raiding their crops and gardens, and Toadflax answered, 'That wasn't why they destroyed the warren. It was just because we were in their way. They killed us to suit themselves.

Hazel, like nearly all wild animals, was unaccustomed to look up at the sky. What he thought of as the sky was the horizon, usually broken by trees and hedges.

I don't like straight lines: men make them.

I have learned that with creatures one loves, suffering is not the only thing for which one may pity them. A rabbit who does not know when a gift has made him safe is poorer than a slug, even though he may think otherwise himself.

A thing can be true and still be desperate folly.

All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you; digger, listener, runner, Prince with the swift warning. Be cunning, and full of tricks, and your people will never be destroyed.

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

A magpie, seeing some light-colored object conspicuous on the empty slope, flew closer to look. but all that lay there was a splintered peg and a twisted length of wire.

People who record birdsong generally do it very early--before six o'clock--if they can. Soon after that, the invasion of distant noise in most woodland becomes too constant and too loud."

Hoi, hoi u embleer hrair! M'saion ule' hraka vair!

Silflay hraka, u embleer rah!

They want to be natural, the anti-social little beasts. They just don't realize that everyone's good depends on everyone's cooperation.

He fought because he actually felt safer fighting than running.

Many human beings say that they enjoy the winter, but what they really enjoy is feeling proof against it.

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.

Be cunning and full of tricks and your people shall never be destroyed.

Dangerous thing, a name. Someone might catch hold of you by it, mightn't they?

How do they find out with the experiments?''...one way they can find out a whole lot is to make an animal ill and then try different ways to make it better until they find one that works.''But isn't that unkind to the animal?''Well, I suppose it is...but I mean, there isn't a dad anywhere who would hesitate, is there, if he knew it was going to make [his child] better? It's changed the whole world during the last hundred years, and that's no exaggeration.

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.

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

If you want to bless me you can bless my bottom, for it is sticking out of the hole.

I've always said that Watership Down is not a book for children. I say: it's a book, and anyone who wants to read it can read it.

Like the pain of a bad wound, the effect of a deep shock takes some while to be felt. When a child is told, for the first time in his life, that a person he has known is dead, although he does not disbelieve it, he may well fail to comprehend it and later ask--perhaps more than once--where the dead person is and when he is coming back.

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

One cloud feels lonely.

Rabbits (says Mr. Lockley) are like human beings in many ways. One of these is certainly their staunch ability to withstand disaster and to let the stream of their life carry them along, past reaches of terror and loss. They have a certain quality which it would not be accurate to describe as callousness or indifference. It is, rather, a blessedly circumscribed imagination and an intuitive feeling that Life is Now.

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

Sooner or later, everyone has to meet his match.

The Threarah doesn't like anything he hasn't thought of for himself.

There is nothing that cuts you down to size like coming to some strange and marvelous place where no one even stops to notice that you stare about you.

They're all so much afraid of the Council that they're not afraid of anything else.

To come to the end of a time of anxiety and fear! To feel the cloud that hung over us lift and disperse - that cloud that dulled the heart and made happiness no more than a memory! This at least is one joy that must have been known by almost every living creature.

We all have to meet our match sometime or other.

When the man was disgraced and told to go away, he was allowed to ask all the animals whether any of them would come with him and share his fortunes and his life. There were only two who agreed to come entirely of their own accord, and they were the dog and the cat. And ever since then, those two have been jealous of each other, and each is for ever trying to make man choose which one he likes best. Every man prefers one or the other.

Who knows why men do anything?

You know how you let yourself think that everything will be all right if you can only get to a certain place or do a certain thing. But when you get there you find it's not that simple.