To live in a fully predictable world is not to be a man.

The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of 60 minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.

I have seen something like it happen in battle. A man was coming at me, I at him, to kill. Then came a sudden great gust of wind that wrapped out cloaks over our swords and almost over our eyes, so that we could do nothing to one another but must fight the wind itself. And that ridiculous contention, so foreign to the business we were on, set us both laughing, face to face - friends for a moment - and then at once enemies again and forever.

If there's anyone who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most, or else just silly.

Now is our chance to choose the right side. God is holding back to give us that chance. It won't last forever. We must take it or leave it.

The value of the Old Testament may be dependant on what seems its imperfection. It may repel one use in order that we may be forced to use it in another way-to find the Word in it...to re-live, while we read, the whole Jewish experience of God's gradual and graded self-revelation, to feel the very contentions between the Word and the human material through which it works.

Yes, I know,' interrupted Puddleglum. 'And few return to the sunlit lands. You needn't say it again. You are a chap of one idea, aren't you?