Lucy woke out of the deepest sleep you can imagine, with the feeling that the voice she liked best in the world had been calling her name.
C. S. LewisLust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.
C. S. LewisHe that but looketh on a plate of ham and eggs to lust after it hath already committed breakfast with it in his heart
C. S. Lewis