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. At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.
C. S. LewisGive up yourself, and you will find your real self. Lose your life and you will save it.
C. S. LewisEvery good book should be entertaining. A good book will be more; it must not be less. Entertainmentโฆis like a qualifying examination. If a fiction canโt provide that, we may be excused from inquiring into its higher qualities.
C. S. Lewis