The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path.

Hail Lord, ...Loose my chains.

It is quite useless knocking at the door of heaven for earthly comfort. It's not the sort of comfort they supply there.

She stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely lights and shadows. A circle of grass, smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then --Oh Joy! For he was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him.

Our Heavenly Father has provided many delightful inns for us along our journey, but he takes great care to see that we do not mistake any of them for home.

I was wondering — I mean — could there be some mistake? Because nobody called me and Scrubb, you know. It was we who asked to come here. You would not have called me unless I had been calling you.

I am a product [...of] endless books.