Here. All of you. And you, doorkeeper. No one is to be let out of the house today. And anyone I catch talking about this young lady will be first beaten to death and then burned alive and after that be kept on bread and water for six weeks. There.
But as long as you know you’re nobody special, you’ll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another.
And I was the Lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.
Father! Can I box him? Please!
All names will soon be restored to their proper owners.
Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone’s done it before. I don’t suppose they have. Oh, bother – -Scrubb probably has!
My son, by all means desist from kicking the venerable and enlightened Vizier: for as a costly jewel retains its value even if hidden in a dung-hill, so old age and discretion are to be respected even in the vile persons of our subjects. Desist therefore, and tell us what you desire and propose.
Last year, when he had been staying with the Pevensies, he had managed to hear them all talking of Narnia and he loved teasing them about it. He thought of course that they were making it all up; and as he was far too stupid to make anything up himself, he did not approve of that.
I don’t want to hold you hand!
Got to start by finding it, have we? Can’t start by looking for it, I suppose?
That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Eve take warning.
You know me better than you think, you know, and you shall know me better yet.
Though under earth, and throneless now I be Yet while I lived all earth was under me.
But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes.
Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.
I object to that remark very strongly! – The Magician’s Nephew.
Now sir, said the bulldog in his business-like way. ‘Are you a animal, vegetable, or mineral?’ – The Magician’s Nephew.
Redeemed humanity is still young, it has hardly come to its full strength. But already there is joy enough in the little finger of a great saint such as yonder lady to waken all the dead things of the universe into life.
There is nothing indulgent about the Moral Law. It is as hard as nails. It tells you to do the straight thing and it does not seem to care how painful, or dangerous, or difficult it is to do.
Digory never spoke on the way back, and the others were shy of speaking to him. He was very sad and he wasn’t even sure all the time that he had done the right thing; but whenever he remembered the shining tears in Aslan’s eyes he became sure.