“Once a king or queen in Narnia, always a king or queen. Bear it well, Sons of Adam! Bear it well, Daughters of Eve!"

“Daughter of Eve from the far land of Spare Oom where eternal summer reigns around the bright city of War Drobe, how would it be if you came and had tea with me?”

"He’s gone to her, to the White Witch. He has betrayed us all.‘”

"We’d have been beaten if it hadn’t been for him. The Witch was turning our troops into stone right and left. But nothing would stop him."

"She has kept me out for a long time, but I have got in at last. Aslan is on the move. The Witch's magic is weakening."

"And I do hope you won’t get into dreadful trouble on my account.‘”

"I don't want to go a step further and I wish we'd never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr. Whatever-his -name-is- I mean the Faun."

"...if there's anyone what can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they're either braver than most or else just silly."

"...we'll still have to go and look for him. He is our brother after all, even if he is rather a little beast. And he's only a kid."

"And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor?"

"Here is your brother," he said, "and-there is no need to talk to him about what is past."

"Yah! Silly old Aslan! How do you like being a stone? You thought yourself mighty fine, didn't you?"