[The witch] would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.

The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

Certainly, Lu. Whatever you like,' said Peter unexpectedly. This was encouraging, but as Peter instantly rolled round and went to sleep again it wasn't much use.

Pain plants the flag of truth within a rebel fortress.

He wondered how he could ever have thought of the planets, even of the Earth, as islands of life and reality floating in a deadly void. Now with a certainty which never after deserted him, he saw the planets - as mere holes or gaps in the living heaven - excluded and rejected wastes of heavy matter and murky air, formed not by addition to, but by subtraction from, the surrounding brightness.

There is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.

To the Ancients, Friendship seemed the happiest and most fully human of all loves... The modern world in comparison, ignores it.