I gave in, and admitted that God was God.

This is my endlessly recurrent temptation: to go down to that Sea, and there neither dive nor swim nor float, but only dabble and splash, careful not to get out of my depth and holding on to the lifeline which connects me with my things temporal.

All right, beautiful. You've got me tied down to this stone table, and there's a knife in your hand that says you get to rule Narnia for another hundred years. So maybe I die, and winter goes on. Maybe the hunger and the darkness and the fear never end. But as long as the children believe in me, I know that Aslan will live again. I, the Great Lion, Son of The Emperor Over The Sea, will live again and -- aaaaauugh!!

The central Christian belief is that Christ's death has somehow put us right with God and given us a fresh start.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart.

Joy is the serious business of heaven.