For most of us the prayer in Gethsemane is the only model. Removing mountains can wait.

What began the change was the very writing itself. Let no one lightly set about such a work. Memory, once waked, will play the tyrant.

Digory never spoke on the way back, and the others were shy of speaking to him. He was very sad and he wasn't even sure all the time that he had done the right thing; but whenever he remembered the shining tears in Aslan's eyes he became sure.

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

The heart of Christianity is a myth which is also a fact. The old myth of the Dying God, without ceasing to be myth, comes down from the heaven of legend and imagination to the earth of history. It happens - at a particular date, in a particular place, followed by definable historical consequences. We pass from a Balder or an Osiris, dying nobody knows when or where, to a historical Person crucified (it is all in order) under Pontius Pilate. By becoming fact it does not cease to be myth: that is the miracle.

Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.

Do not by any means destroy yourself, for if you live you may yet have good fortune, but all the dead are dead like.