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

Imagination is a gift given to us from God and each one of us use it differently..

Courage is the moment when an ordinary being becomes an extraordinary being..

Sometimes friends do go from us-it will happen more and more as you grow up, Chugg. But if you really love your friends, they're never really gone. S….

When the sun sets like fire, I will think of you, when the moon casts its light, I'll remember, too, if a soft rain falls gently, I'll stand in this ….

The advice I continually give to young writers is this, "Learn to paint pictures with words." Not just once upon a time, but ... In the long secret d….

Sometimes the gift of an inquisitive nature to the young can be greater than that of the wisdom which comes of age..

I wanted to write something visual that I could read to the children. This was when I created the idea of Redwall Abbey in my imagination. As I wrote….

There is no greater evil than killing. I don't care whether they call it war or justice. Life is precious..

My values are not based on violence. My values are based on courage, which you see time and time again in my books. A warrior isn't somebody like Bru….

A little (one) can sometimes see things in others that us older ones cannot because our judgement gets clouded. —Abbot Saxtus.

If y'can't see with yore own two eyes what's in front of them, then y'better off closin' 'em an' goin' t'sleep, 'tis far more restful! —Gerul.

The Land of Dreams, that mystical realm, where the oddest of visions appear, come wander through scenes of joyful peace, or stampeded through nightma….

I am a people watcher and I have a very good memory..

Defend the weak, protect both young and old, never desert your friends. Give justice to all, be fearless in battle and always ready to defend the rig….

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

Are you going to go down on your knees and beg for your life, old one?" Abbot Mortimer stared calmly into Cluny's savage eye. "I will never bend my k….

He came with death held in his paw Which no rat born could face Oh woe to those who break the law Of Sunflash and his mace!.

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 fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean..

Friar Hugo, old friend, brace yourself. I am the bearer of tragic news!" Alarm spread across Hugo's pudgy features. "Tell me, Jess. What dreadful thi….