But however happy you are feeling, you can't talk with your mouth full of snow.

The Calormens have dark faces and long beards. They wear flowing robes and orange-colored turbans, and they are a wise, wealthy, courteous, cruel and ancient people. They bowed most politely to Caspian and paid him long compliments all about the fountains of prosperity irrigating the gardens of prudence and virtue --and things like that-- but of course what they wanted was the money they had paid.

If things are real, they're there all the time.

For the past twenty years you and I have been fed all day long on good solid lies about sex

For most of us the prayer in Gethsemane is the only model. Removing mountains can wait.

I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same.

The 'frankness' of people sunk below shame is a very cheap frankness.