When she had got to the third page [of another story] and come to the end, she said, 'That is the loveliest story I've ever read or ever shall read in my whole life. Oh, I wish I could have gone on reading it for ten years. At least I'll read it over again.' - But here part of the magic of the Book came into play. You couldn't turn back. The right-hand pages, the ones ahead, could be turned; the left-hand pages could not. ... 'It was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill, I know that much. But I can't remember, and what shall I do?' (ch. 10)

And all in a hurry, for fear her mind would change, she said the words [for a different spell] (nothing will induce me to tell you what they were). Then she wa…

'Aslan!' said Lucy almost a little reproachfully. 'Don't make fun of me. As if anything I could do would make you visible!' 'It did,' said Aslan. 'Do you think…

'I will say the spell,' said Lucy. 'I don't care. I will.' She said I don't care because she had a strong feeling that she mustn't. But when she looked back at…

In memory everything seems to happen to music.

Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring.

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday.