Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person's ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

We're free Narnians, Hwin and I, and I suppose, if you're running away to Narnia you want to be one too. In that case Hwin isn't your horse any longer. One might just as well say you're her human.

And certainly both Horses were doing, if not all they could, all they thought they could; which is not quite the same thing.

To be stories at all they must be a series of events: but it must be understood that this series - the plot, as we call it - is only really a new whereby to catch something else.

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

My prayer is that when I die, all of hell rejoices that I am out of the fight.