The laws of thought are also the laws of things: of things in the remotest space and the remotest time.

Are the gods not just?' 'Oh no, child. What would become us us if they were?

She did not shut it properly because she knew that it is very silly to shut oneself into a wardrobe, even if it is not a magic one.

We are not the playwright, we are not the producer, we are not even the audience. We are on the stage.

Love as distinct from "being in love" is not merely a feeling. It is a deep unity, maintained by the will and deliberately strengthened by habit.

It's always winter but it's never Christmas.

Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan.