With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.

We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.

Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!

No more I do, your Majesty. But what's that got to do with it? I might as well die on a wild goose chase as die here.

I think it very wrong to pray for people while they are in distress and then not to continue praying, now with thanksgiving, when they are relieved.

You can't see anything properly while your eyes are blurred with tears.

You have no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed.