You all know," said the Guide, "that security is mortals' greatest enemy.

When I lay these questions before God I get no answer. But a rather special sort of 'No answer.' It is not the locked door. It is more like a silent, certainly not uncompassionate, gaze. As though He shook His head not in refusal but waiving the question. Like, 'Peace, child; you don't understand.

The right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge.

If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most, or else just silly.

Friends are like coals in a fire - together, they glow; apart, they grow cold.

Your people eat dry and tasteless flesh but it is off plates as smooth as ivory and as round as the sun.

The grave and the image are equally links with the irrecoverable and symbols for the unimaginable.