He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or of fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools. (ch. 1)

There was once a boy named Eustace Clarence Scrubb, and he almost deserved it. He didn't call his Father and Mother 'Father' and 'Mother', but Harold and Alber…

'But who is Aslan? Do you know him?' 'Well - he knows me,' said Edmund. (ch. 7)

'You come from the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve', said Aslan. 'And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow th…

Libraries are brothels for the mind. Which means that librarians are the madames, greeting the punters, understanding their strange tastes and needs and then p…

My sources are unreliable, but their information is fascinating.

There may be millions of fine thoughts, and the account of the experience on which they are based, all encased within stone walls of acceptable architectural f…