You would not have called to me unless I had been calling to you, " said the Lion.

I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.

Crying is all right in its way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later, and then you still have to decide what to do.

It is a very funny thing that the sleepier you are, the longer you take about getting to bed.

I have come, " said a deep voice behind them. They turned and saw the Lion himself, so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him.

The truth is, he was so glad at being free from his long enchantment that all dangers seemed a game in comparison. But the rest found it an eerie journey.

They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world.

Damsel, " said the Prince, bowing to her. "You are of a high courage, and therefore, I doubt not, you come of a noble blood in your own world.

Though under earth, and throneless now I beYet while I lived all earth was under me.

When I was at school one would have said, 'I swear by the Bible.' But Bibles were not encouraged at Experiment House.

And not wretched sausages half full of bread and soya bean either, but real meaty, spicy ones, fat and piping hot and burst and just the tiniest bit burnt.

Real education changes you on the inside.

Her heart felt too full, a dry creek bed ill-prepared for such rain.

People's sense of how they talk tends to differ from the reality.

Delay of justice is injustice.

The potential in many environmental issues is that if you undertake corrective action without appropriate understanding of the problem, then you wind up doing more harm than good.

When I was in the House for 16 years, I caucused with the Democrats.

In democracy everyone has the right to be represented, even the jerks.

These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.

Our language, once homely and colloquial, seeks to aggrandize our meanest activities with polysyllabic terms or it retreats from frankness into a stammering verbosity.

I'm glad I don't play anymore. I could never learn all those handshakes.