If we will not learn to eat the only food that the universe grows...then we must starve eternally.

Since I am I, I must make an act of self-surrender, however small or however easy, in living to God rather than to my self.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.

We know nothing of religion here: we only think of Christ.

Pilate was merciful till it became risky.

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.

I would prefer to battle the 'I'm special' feeling not by the thought, 'I'm no more special than anyone else,' by by the feeling, 'Everyone is as special as me.'