“I hope no man will call me timorous; and yet I'ld as soon be called that as rash.”
“Your name?” I repeated, hoping it was my imagination that my voice faltered.“Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me”
“I hope y'all haven't punk'd me or anything and you're actually calling me a wuss.”
“I believe that in each generation God has called enough men and women to evangelize all the yet unreached tribes of the earth. It is not God who does not call. It is man who will not respond!”
“Do not look sad. We shall meet soon again." "Please, Aslan", said Lucy,"what do you call soon?""I call all times soon" said Aslan; and instantly he was vanished away.”
“He calls me desperate (on my tombstone)I hope poetic license will allow: HUNGRY”