Lucy woke out of the deepest sleep you can imagine, with the feeling that the voice she liked best in the world had been calling her name.

I need Christ, not something that resembles Him.

You and I who still enjoy fairy tales have less reason to wish actual childhood back. We have kept its pleasures and added some grown-up ones as well.

What does not satisfy when we find it, was not the thing we were desiring.

Some have paid me an undeserved compliment by supposing that my Letters were the ripe fruit of many years' study in moral and ascetic theology. They forgot that there is an equally reliable, though less creditable, way of learning how temptation works.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

[Something] does not rise to the dignity of error.