Narrative living is the beginning of rhetoric.

Truth: We are the present. We are now. We are the razor's edge of history. The future flies at us and from that dark blur we shape the past. And the past is forever.

In the history of the world there have been lots of onces and lots of times, and every time has had a once upon it. Most people will tell you that the once upon a time happened in a land far, far away, but it really depends on where you are. The once upon a time may have been just outside your back door. It may have been beneath your very feet. It might not have been in a land at all but deep in the sea's belly or bobbing around on its back.

Live Like a Narnian: Christian Discipleship in C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles

We are narrative creatures, and we need narrative nourishment-nar rative catechisms.

Your father died for me, and dying with you would be an honor, though not as great as dying to save you.

Going where no man has gone before is more difficult than it sounds. Our cousins and ancestors were no less curious than we are, and were perhaps bolder. This world is their tomb. You should look under the bed.