And he writhed inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to do another and harder and better one.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

Aslan: You doubt your value. Don't run from who you are.

One flesh. Or if you prefer, one ship. The starboard engine has gone. I, the port engine, must chug along somehow till we make harbour. Or rather, till the journey ends.

Do not dare not to dare.

And this is the marvel of marvels; that he called me Beloved.

Liking an author may be as involuntary and improbable as falling in love.