"The worst of sleeping out of doors is that you wake up so dreadfully early. And when you wake you have to get up because the ground is so uncomfortable. And it makes matters worse if there is nothing but apples for breakfast and you had nothing but apples for supper the night before. When Lucy had said - truly enough - that it was a glorious morning, there did not seem anything else nice to be said."
"They feel safer if no one in Narnia dares to go down to the coast and look out to sea - towards Aslan's land and the morning and the eastern end of the world."
"'Now, once and for all, Nikabrik,' said Trumpkin. 'Will you contain yourself, or must Trufflehunter and I sit on your head?'"
"Caspian did not really want honey, without bread, at that time in the morning, but he thought it polite to accept. It took him a long time afterwards to get unsticky."
"Instead of getting drowsier she was getting more awake - with an odd, night-time, dreamish kind of wakefulness."
"This cheered the boys more than anything. You can't help feeling stronger when you look at a place where you won a glorious victory not to mention a kingdom, hundreds of years ago."
"And so at last they got on the move. Lucy went first, biting her lip and trying not to say all the things she thought of saying to Susan. But she forgot them when she fixed her eyes on Aslan."
"'May it please your High Majesty,' said the second Mouse, whose name was Peepiceek, 'we are all waiting to cut off our own tails if our Chief must go without his. We will not bear the shame of wearing an honour which is denied to the High Mouse.' 'Ah!' roared Aslan. 'You have conquered me. You have great hearts.'"
"But for the tree people different fare was provided. They began with a rich brown loam that looked almost exactly like chocolate; so like chocolate, in fact, that Edmund tried a piece of it, but he did not find it at all nice. When the rich loam had taken the edge off their hunger, the trees turned to an earth of the kind you see in Somerset, which is almost pink. They said it was lighter and sweeter. At the cheese stage they had a chalky soil, and then went on to delicate confections of the finest gravels powdered with choice silver sand. They drank very little wine, and it made the Hollies very talkative; for the most part they quenched their thirst with deep draughts of mingled dew and rain, flavoured with forest flowers and the airy taste of the thinnest clouds."