Don't you mind," said Puddleglum. "There are no accidents. Our guide is Aslan; and he was there when the giant king caused the letters to be cut, and he knew already all things that would come of them; including this.

Don't say it was "delightful"; make us say "delightful" when we've read the description.

If God had granted all the silly prayers I've made in my life, where should I be now?

I do not believe one can settle how much we ought to give. I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare.

No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear.

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

Reason is the natural order of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning.