Any amount of theology can now be smuggled into people's minds under the cover of fiction without their knowing it.

Fallen man is not simply an imperfect creature who needs improvement: he is a rebel who must lay down his arms.

People who know a lot of the same things can hardly help talking about them.

We poison the wine as He decants it into us; murder a melody He would play with us as the instrument...Hence all sin, whatever else it is, is sacrilege.

The castle of Cair Paravel on its little hill towered up above them; before them were the sands, with rocks and little pools of salt water, and seaweed, and the smell of the sea and long miles of bluish-green waves breaking for ever and ever on the beach. And oh, the cry of the seagulls! Have you ever heard it? Can you remember?

You have no idea what an appetite it gives one, being executed.

Reality, in fact, is always something you couldn't have guessed. That's one of the reasons I believe Christianity. It's a religion you couldn't have guessed.