Aslan" said Lucy "you're bigger". "That is because you are older, little one" answered he. "Not because you are?" "I am not. But every year you grow, you will find me bigger".

What would really satisfy us would be a God who said of anything we happened to like doing, 'What does it matter so long as they are contented?'

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.

Peter, High King of Narnia," said Aslan. "Shut the Door.

A Centaur has a man-stomach and a horse-stomach. And of course both want breakfast. So first of all he has porridge and pavenders and kidneys and bacon and omlette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he tends to the horse part of himself by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That's why it's such a serious thing to ask a Centaur to stay for the weeekend. A very serious thing indeed.

We need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven. The only fatal thing is to sit down content with anything less than perfection.

Perhaps the experience had been so complete that repetition would be vulgarity - like asking to hear the same symphony twice in a day.