I thought I could describe a state; make a map of sorrow. Sorrow, hoever, turns out to be not a state but a process.

I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.

If you don't listen to theology, that won't mean you have no ideas about God, it will mean you have a lot of wrong ones.

Certain things, if not seen as lovely or detestable, are not being correctly seen at all.

In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do.

Autumn is really the best of the seasons; and I'm not sure that old age isn't the best part of life.

Disobedience to conscience makes conscience blind.