In my experience, it is Affection that creates this taste, teaching us first to notice, then to endure, then to smile at, then to enjoy, and finally to appreciate the people who 'happen to be there.' Made for us? Thank God, no. They are themselves, odder than you could have believed and worth far more than we guessed.

Yes, I know,' interrupted Puddleglum. 'And few return to the sunlit lands. You needn't say it again. You are a chap of one idea, aren't you?

It's like the sound of a chuckle in the darkness. The sense that some shattering and disarming simplicity is the real answer.

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.

The Eternal Being, who knows everything and who created the whole universe, became not only a man but (before that) a baby, and before that a fetus in a woman's body.

The story itself should force its moral upon you. You find out what the moral is by writing the story.

No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good...Only those who try to resist temptation know how strong it is.