Far overhead from beyond the veil of blue sky which hid them the stars sang again; a pure, cold, difficult music. Then there came a swift flash like fire (but it burnt nobody) either from the sky or from the Lion itself, and every drop of blood tingled in the children's bodies, and the deepest, wildest voice they had ever heard was saying: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.

When the whole world is running towards a cliff, he who is running in the opposite direction appears to have lost his mind.

Hatred obscures all distinctions.

What can be better than to get out a book on Saturday afternoon and thrust all mundane considerations away till next week.

Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to believe in a certain way, and can't really get rid of it.

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms," said the Lion. It didn't say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.