watership down is a novel by richard adams.
‘ you can’t. you’d die. ’
‘ i think that’s something we can only wait for. ’
‘ what do you think of that? ’
‘ i’ll tell you all about it later on. ’
‘ they didn’t want to disturb you. ’
‘ just let me look after you for a bit. ’
‘ how did you get that wound? ’
‘ if you are not careful, people will begin to trust you. ’
‘ i can’t trust anyone else, but you’ll come with me, won’t you? ’
‘ i don’t like this story. i know i’m not brave – ’
‘ let me go! let me go! ’
‘ why did you cry like that, if you were all right? ’
‘ you’re all alone, sharp and clear, like a dead branch against the sky. ’
‘ come down there: we can talk more easily. ’
‘ you can see the whole world. ’
‘ the funny thing is that you feel terrified to stay and i feel terrified to go. ’
‘ there’s nothing to be afraid of. ’
‘ there’s nothing to worry about. ’
‘ he seems quite at home with you. ’
‘ where do you come from? ’
‘ does the thunder worry you? ’
‘ and if that’s not meeting your fears halfway, then i don’t know what is. ’
‘ why can’t we go home? ’
‘ do you really think we will? ’
‘ what’s your idea, then? ’
‘ why’s he called that? ’
‘ that is the test of your belief. ’
‘ well, i thought, this sounds hopeful. ’
‘ couldn’t wake him up. ’
‘ how can we find them? ’
‘ are you trying to make me angry? ’
‘ how can we find them? ’
‘ do you know he was out all night in the rain? ’
‘ can we go back to sleep now? ’
‘ let’s hear the rest of the story. ’
‘ i hope you understand. ’
‘ have a look outside and you’ll see why. ’
‘ i’m not going to get angry because you call me stupid names. ’
‘ what’s the alternative? ’
‘ it doesn’t matter where. ’
‘ but what else is there to hope for? ’
‘ then all the rest follows. ’
‘ yes, yes, all friends. ’
‘ i don’t know what it is. ’
‘ you can hide there and i’ll join you. ’
‘ they’re all mad, you know. ’
‘ blame you? blame you for what? ’
‘ unless you feel it isn’t safe? ’
‘ no, it’s safe enough. ’
‘ it must be something very bad. ’
‘ we’ve all got to stop running one day, you know. ’
