You have a traitor there, Aslan," said the Witch. Of course everyone present knew that she meant Edmund. But Edmund had got past thinking about himself after all he'd been through and after the talk he'd had that morning. He just went on looking at Aslan. It didn't seem to matter what the Witch said.

People who bore one another should meet seldom; people who interest one another, often.

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.

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.

It is after you have realized that there is a real Moral Law, and a Power behind the law, and that you have broken that law and put yourself wrong with that Power -- it is after all this, and not a moment sooner, that Christianity begins to talk.

Enemy-occupied territory - that is what this world is.