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“Claire found herself staring at his feet, which were in bunny slippers.
Myrnin looked down. "What?" he asked. "They're quite comfortable." He lifted on to look at it, and the ears wobbled in the air.
"Of course they are," she said. Just when she thought Myrnin was getting his mental act together, he'd do something like that. Or maybe he was just messing with her. He liked to do that, and his dark eyes were fixed on her now, assessing just how weirded-out she was.
Which, on the grade scale of zero to Myrnin, wasn't much.”
― Rachel Caine, Fade Out

“This is a fierce bad rabbit;
look at his savage whiskers,
and his claws and his turned-up tail.”
― Beatrix Potter

“Fairies with gossamer wings,
Bring forth beauty, grace and joyful things.
Fairies of the earth are caretakers of our soil, water and trees,
They watch over beautiful creatures such as bears, bunnies and bees.
Fairies ask that you breathe in and appreciate the vantage point from which you stand,
Then trod carefully and respectfully with each intentional step you make across this beautiful land.”
― Molly Friedenfeld

“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”
― Magenta Periwinkle

“Alcide: "It's on my right butt cheek. It's shaped like a rabbit."
Sookie: "I love bunnies!”
― Charlaine Harris, Club Dead

“Jade opened her mouth - assumedly to shoot off another snipe - but froze. Arms flailing, she gave a small shimmy and squealed, "Notabunny. Notabunny!”
― Jus Accardo, Toxic

“Is that a joke? Please tell me you're joking. -Sophie
I never joke about carnivorous bunnies. -Luca”
― Rachel Vincent, Never to Sleep

“Once in a while it happens that I vomit up a bunny.”
― Julio Cortázar

“Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.”
― Katie McGarry, Chasing Impossible

“I stared at him.' You're scared of bunnies?' 'Blah-hah-hah! They're big bullies. Allways stealing celery from defenseless satyrs!”
― Grover

“And then she poked him again. Not because he wasn't paying attention but because when she did it the first time she found she liked it. Mrs. Bunny might think she was getting away with this, but Mr. Bunny was silently counting the pokes to pay her back later.”
― Polly Horvath

“I had been agitating for a pet for some time. In my head I had a white rabbit called Ezra who bit people who ignored me. Ezra's pelt was as white as the soul in heaven but his heart was black...”
― Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places: Stories

“I scan the room. Bunnies are always the most plentiful in Canadian cities so I'm not shocked that the Vancouver hotel bar is flooded with them. A very cute blonde smiles when our eyes meet. I raise my beer at her as a hello but cut off any further interaction by turning back to Jordan. "I've probably fucked half this room already," I reply since I recognize a few of the pretty faces. "I'm just taking a breather right now. I'm sure one day soon I'll feel like conquering the other half."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "And here I was thinking maybe our little Alex was growing up.”
― Victoria Denault, Game On

“Like in those Bunny Austen books you read where rabbits live in great parks with manor hutches?”
― Polly Horvath

“She knew she was smart. She had, after all, read Pride and Prejudice. Twice.”
― Polly Horvath

“Rabbits will always have a special place in my heart. They are often discredited as being good pets because they don’t ‘do anything’—ask any rabbit owner and watch how they laugh!â€�
-Shenita Etwaroo”
― Shenita Etwaroo

“It doesn't matter," she finally said. "Fuck her all you want. Fuck her while the bunnies watch." He looked at her then, surprised. He hadn't realized she knew about the bunnies.
Something shifted inside of her and knocked her anger loose. It felt good---really good---to be furious, to be in a murderous mood. She saw colors differently and her body temperature rose. In that moment, Jane couldn't feel anything else---not sadness or jealousy or doubt. Only full-throated rage and a rush of empathy for Left Eye Lopes, who she saw now had been deeply misunderstood.
"Jane, come on," Mike said.
They pulled up to the restaurant. They were supposed to go inside and discuss things, sit calmly and talk about their feelings. Jane put both of her hands on the dashboard as if she were bracing for impact and screamed, "Bunny fucker," so loudly that her chest hurt. Then she straightened up and said, "Take me home."
Mike drove with caution, coming to complete stops and using his turn signal as if sudden movements would make things worse. He was scared of her and that made her happy.
"Go pay Amy," she said. "And then put the kids to bed. I'm going for a walk."
Mike sat there, his mouth open.”
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

“They stepped into the gloom and peered into the rows of cages. Luxuriant, curly fur covered some rabbits, so thick it weighed the tips of the ears down. Other pens housed pink-eyed albinos, their jaws working furiously on bits of hay poking out of their mouths. Earth's biodiversity never ceased to amaze him.
One of the rabbits was easily the size of a dog. The label on its cage read FLEMISH GIANT. Giant was right. Quentin leaned close to one to snap a photo for his nieces, and the rabbit thumped its back feet on the metal cage. Next to the rabbit, Alisha jumped a mile, her sneakers skidding on the concrete as she danced away.
Not so eager for the bunnies, then. Fine by him.
The next barn housed horses. In one of the stalls, a huge horse regarded them through wise dark eyes, like a sentient Narnian beast. A black mane fell across its face, and feathery white hair fanned out around its hooves.
"A Budweiser horse!"
She laughed, pointing to the placard. "Clydesdale.”
― Chandra Blumberg, Digging Up Love

“It's the year of the rabbit, so how about we make like a couple of bunnies.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“In one shrub, a pair of eyes stared at them unyielding. It hopped and hopped and hopped. Out came a fuzzy brown bunny, twitching his nose. He spotted the girls and bounced away. They roared with laughter but stopped. What if the other eyes didn't belong to adorable little bunnies?”
― Deborah Pettit, The Heroes of the Tuduma Forest