I gave in, and admitted that God was God.

Love, while always forgiving of imperfections and mistakes, can never cease to will their removal.

Before God closed in on me, I was offered what now appears a moment of wholly free choice. But I feel my decision was not so important. I was the object rather than the subject in this affair.

Puddleglum's my name. But it doesn't matter if you forget it. I can always tell you again.

If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.

You can't really study people; you can only get to know them.

Every good book should be entertaining. A good book will be more; it must not be less. Entertainment…is like a qualifying examination. If a fiction can’t provide that, we may be excused from inquiring into its higher qualities.