Without sin, the universe is a Solemn Game: and there is no good game without rules.

Where, except in the present, can the eternal be met?

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.

And she never could remember; and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician's Book.

I am suffering incessant temptations to uncharitable thoughts at present; one of those black moods in which nearly all one's friends seem to be selfish or even false. And how terrible that there should be even a kind of pleasure in thinking evil.

You never know what you can do until you try, and very few try unless they have to.

Yes, I know,' interrupted Puddleglum. 'And few return to the sunlit lands. You needn't say it again. You are a chap of one idea, aren't you?