Though it was bright sunshine everyone felt suddenly cold. The only two people present who seemed to be quite at their ease were Aslan and the Witch herself. It was the oddest thing to see those two faces - the golden face and the dead-white face so close together. Not that the Witch looked Aslan exactly in his eyes; Mrs Beaver particularly noticed this.

At the end of all things, the blessed will say, 'We never lived anywhere but in heaven.'

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

A sign of a culture that has lost its faith - Moral collapse follows upon spiritual collapse.

I was with book, as a woman is with child.

To excuse what can really produce good excuses is not Christian charity; it is only fairness. To be a Christian means to forgive the inexcusable in you.

There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.