“Lies were like having a pregnant rabbit. One day you had one, but before you knew it, there were rabbits all over the place.”

“The rabbits became strange in many ways, different from other rabbits. They knew well enough what was happening. But even to themselves they pretended that all was well, for the food was good, they were protected, they had nothing to fear but the one fear; and that struck here and there, never enough at a time to drive them away.They forgot the ways of wild rabbits. They forgot El-ahrairah, for what use had they for tricks and cunning, living in the enemy's warren and paying his price?”

“Day before yesterday I saw a rabbit, and yesterday a deer, and today, you.”

“A ripe suggestion," I said. "Where are you meeting her? At the Ritz?""Near the Ritz."He was geographically accurate. About fifty yards east of the Ritz there is one of those blighted tea-and-bun shops you see dotted about all over London and into this, if you'll believe me, young Bingo dived like a homing rabbit; and before I had time to say a word we were wedged in at a table, on the brink of a silent pool of coffee left there by an early luncher.”

“Lies are horny little buggers, they breed like rabbits and bound around just as insanely and then you have to try to keep track of them.”

“... and all those frogs going 'Rabbit, rabbit'...""I think, sir, that it was 'Ribbit, ribbit'...""So, what goes 'Rabbit, rabbit'?""Rabbits, I think. All the time...”