The world was made partly that there may be prayer; partly that our prayers might be answered.

I was at this time living, like so many Atheists or Antitheists, in a whirl of contradictions. I maintained that God did not exist. I was also very angry with God for not existing. I was equally angry with Him for creating a world.

This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.

This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!

No, I don’t wish I knew Heaven was like the picture in my Great Divorce, because, if we knew that, we should know it was no better. The good things even of this world are far too good ever to be reached by imagination. Even the common orange, you know: no one could have imagined it before he tasted it. How much less Heaven.

The love of knowledge is a kind of madness.

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.