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“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.”
― A. A. Milne

“Don't look now, but that's my ex over there."
Surely I'm not the only one who takes "don't look now" as "there's no better time than now." I looked.
"Bad, Ali!" Another slap to my arm. "Bad, bad, bad Ali! Have you no self control?”
― Gena Showalter, Alice in Zombieland

“It's your fault, Eeyore. You've never been to see any of us. You just stay here in this one corner of the Forest waiting for the others to come to you. Why don't you go to THEM sometimes?”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“What is so real as the cry of a child?
A rabbit's cry may be wilder
But it has no soul.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel

“Rhiannon's Law #16: If it looks like a rabbit, and it hops like a rabbit, run the other way and fast. That shit is liable to tear you arm off.”
― J.A. Saare, Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between

“Owl," said Rabbit shortly, "you and I have brains. The others have fluff. If there is any thinking to be done in this Forest--and when I say thinking I mean thinking--you and I must do it.”
― A.A. Milne, The House at Pooh Corner

“We go by the will of the black rabbit. When he calls you, you have to go”
― Richard Adams, Watership Down

“…he is unlike the other customers. They sense it too, and look at him with hard eyes, eyes like little metal studs pinned into the white faces of young men [...] In the hush his entrance creates, the excessive courtesy the weary woman behind the counter shows him amplifies his strangeness. He orders coffee quietly and studies the rim of the cup to steady the sliding in his stomach. He had thought, he had read, that from shore to shore all America was the same. He wonders, Is it just these people I’m outside or is it all America?”
― Updike, John, Rabbit, Run

“Those guards are going to be all sorts of pissed when they find out they've been following a bunny rabbit.”
― H.M. Ward, Catalyst

“You were born a prey animal but you don't have to die as one." -Anastasia Bloody Thorn”
― Christopher St. John, War Bunny

“The point is, sometimes when the rabbit gets too fat, too comfortable, he makes mistakes. But the gardener, she ain’t got nothing but time. Because even the hungriest rabbit can’t eat the entire garden. At some point the good sheriff will make a mistake, some gross miscalculation, reveal some weakness, and that’s when we’ll find our freedom.”
― Justina Ireland, Dread Nation

“But you are normal!' Harry said fiercely. 'You've just got a - a problem-'
Lupin burst out laughing.
'Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my "furry little problem" in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

“Rabbits never drove fast. They like to enjoy the view, didn't much care for speed and besides, it was wasteful of fuel. If you want to get somewhere a long way away, just leave early. Days, if that's required. Or, as Samuel C. Rabbit had it: 'nhffnfhfiifhfnnffhrhrfhrf' or 'to travel joyously is better than to arrive.”
― Jasper Fforde, The Constant Rabbit

“I'd take her to the top of the widow's tower at Ainsdale Castle, late at night, and we'd watch the moon rise. The widow's tower was very high but she wasn't afraid. Sometimes I'd steal a pie from the kitchens and we'd picnic up there. I brought up a blanket, too, so she wouldn't have to sit on the bare stone floor."
Mrs. Crumb made an aborted movement, as if she'd meant to turn to face him and then changed her mind.
He let the wineglass dangle by his side. "I told her a rabbit lived on the moon and she believed me. She believed everything I told her then."
"What rabbit?"
"There." He roused himself, straightening.
He drew back, fitting her against his chest and setting his chin on her shoulder. She smelled of tea and housekeeperly things, and she was warm, so warm. He caught up her right hand in his and traced the moon with it. "D'you see? There are the long ears, there the tail, there the forepaws, there the back."
"I see," she whispered.
"I told her the rabbit had lavender fur and ate pink moon clover up there." His mouth twisted, as he remembered. "She'd watch me with big blue eyes, her mouth half-open, a bit of piecrust on her dress. She hung on every word."
He could hear her breath, could feel the tremble of her limbs. Did she fear him?
"D'you believe me?" he asked against her ear, his lips wet with wine. She was a housekeeper and housekeepers didn't matter in the grand schemes of kings and dukes and little girls who wished upon rabbit moons.
But she was silent, damnable housekeeper.
They breathed together for a moment, there in the night air, London twinkling before them, overhung by a pagan moon.
At last she stirred and asked, "What happened to the girl?"
He broke away from her, draining his glass of wine. "She grew up and knew me for a liar.”
― Elizabeth Hoyt, Duke of Sin

“The house, she couldn't help noticing, was just the right size for her in her present form, but not proportionally; it was built for a rabbit's movements and habits. Doors were fatter, rounder, and shorter. There were lovely paintings of carrots and dill artfully arranged on the lettuce-print wallpaper along with the usual long-eared silhouettes. Lovely little velvet King Louis chairs were more like tuffets for resting on with all (four) of your legs pulled up under you.”
― Liz Braswell, Unbirthday

“In taking a side, I thought uneasily, perhaps I ought to take the long view, the survival of the species as a whole. That was my problem, I thought, I was always thinking at the level of the individual, in this case the rabbit, the grim scene unfolding before me in the garden as the kite pecked at the belly of the poor beast, initiating a gyration in the corpse or almost corpse of the poor rabbit, a kind of organy wobbling. Now what was that that reminded me of? A hanging, tremulous, a doorway and a tidy garden. What happened to one’s past when one got beyond it?”
― Sarah Bernstein, Study for Obedience

&濒诲辩耻辞;祁老爷子想到他的子孙“将要住在一个没有兔儿爷的北平，随着兔儿爷的消灭，许多许多可爱的、北平特有的东西，也必定绝了根！&谤诲辩耻辞;
― Lao She

“Poppy," she murmured, "no matter how Miss Marks tries to civilize me- and I do try to listen to her- I still have my own way of looking at the world. To me, people are scarcely different from animals. We're all God's creatures, aren't we? When I meet someone, I know immediately what animal they would be. When we first met Cam, for example, I knew he was a fox."
"I suppose Cam is somewhat fox-like," Poppy said, amused. "What is Merripen? A bear?"
"No, unquestionably a horse. And Amelia is a hen."
"I would say an owl."
"Yes, but don't you remember when one of our hens in Hampshire chased after a cow that had strayed too close to the nest? That's Amelia."
Poppy grinned. "You're right."
"And Win is a swan."
"Am I also a bird? A lark? A robin?"
"No, you're a rabbit."
"A rabbit?" Poppy made a face. "I don't like that. Why am I a rabbit?"
"Oh, rabbits are beautiful soft animals who love to be cuddled. They're very sociable, but they're happiest in pairs."
"But their timid," Poppy protested.
"Not always. They're brave enough to be companions to many other creatures. Even cats and dogs."
"Well," Poppy said in resignation, "it's better than being a hedgehog, I suppose."
"Miss Marks is a hedgehog," Beatrix said in a matter-of-fact tone that made Poppy grin.
"And you're a ferret, aren't you, Bea?"
"Yes. But I was leading to a point."
"Sorry, go on."
"I was going to say that Mr. Rutledge is a cat. A solitary hunter. With an apparent taste for rabbit.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Tempt Me at Twilight

“How many times am I chasing something similar to a rabbit in that I deny the disparity of speed that exists between me and that which I’m chasing?”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The netsuke in question had been Mrs. Turner's favorite. Although not as elaborate as the others, there was something beautiful about the white rabbit. Human beings are drawn to symmetry, and the small figure crouched on all four haunches was a deeply satisfying creation. "She used to say it fit perfectly in one's palm," Mrs. Pike remembered to police. "She got me to hold it once, very gently, and wrap my fingers around its smooth back, and I'll be darned if she wasn't right."”
― Kate Morton, Homecoming

“If you think rabbit is faster than the turtle, then imagine them swimming instead of racing.”
― SHIHAB KAZI

“Sleeping is a very tiring activity.”
― Aegelis, Definitive Nobody, Derek Barley

“It is Jean-Paul Lepin. Chef Lepin."
I could not stifle a grin. I thought he had said lapin, which is the French word for rabbit. "For a rabbit, you seem quite fearless."
This made the other chefs chuckle again, and I saw by the nod of a head that I had scored a point.”
― Rhys Bowen, Above the Bay of Angels

“There was definitely a cat and another animal, probably a rabbit, in the shed. Her suspicions were confirmed soon enough. Madeleine lit a candle, its light illuminating a wooden hutch where an enormous rabbit was nibbling at some freshly picked clover. In her lap, the little grey cat was all grown up; it was the same cat Madeleine had been holding on the balcony the day when one look from her teal-colored eyes had been enough to floor poor Solange. Holy pictures were pinned over the hutch: Saint Anne, the Miraculous Virgin of the Smile (who cured ten-year-old Thérèse), Saint Veronica holding her veil, and Saint Joan of Arc had all been carefully pinned in a row, looking down tenderly over the big orange rabbit who went on munching his clover. Pinned to the frame of the hutch was a piece of wax paper with the animal's name- Lazarus- written on it.
"His name's Lazarus," Madeleine whispered as she grabbed him by the ears.
Solange winced in pain.
"You have to pick them up by the ears or else you hurt them. I'll set him down on your lap."
Solange had never touched a living rabbit before. She stroked Lazarus, who right then seemed to her to be the gentlest, most charming thing to ever have walked this earth.”
― ?ric Dupont, The American Fiancée

“I love my little rabbit.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Do not think a warren of a mind will harbor only rabbits of thought.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“Hey, pesky rabbit?’
‘Yes?’ the AI asked immediately.
‘If anyone I don’t like comes through that door, please murder them.’
‘Oh, certainly. It would be my pleasure,’ the rabbit said, as if I’d asked it for coffee.”
― Jeremy Szal, Stormblood

“Bushes were lying flat, laid back on the ground as close as a rabbit lays back his ears.”
― Richard Hughes, A High Wind in Jamaica

“The rabbit thinks his paradise is a place full of carrots, until he finds a place full of carrots! A place filled with the things you love so much that you get tired of them would not be heaven, but hell at best!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The rabbit helped himself to a Big Red One, a brand of cigar artificially colored to resemble a stick of dynamite. Sometimes the goofballs who roll and paint them slip a few of the real thing into the box. That’s why so many Toons have only four fingers.”
― Gary K. Wolf, Who P-P-P-Plugged Roger Rabbit?