“But now I discovered the wonderful power of wine. I understood why men become drunkards. For the way it worked on me was not at all that it blotted out these sorrows, but that it made them seem glorious and noble, like sad music, and I somehow great and revered for feeling them.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“The value of the myth is that it takes all the things we know and restores to them the rich significance which has been hidden by ‘the veil of familiarity.’ The child enjoys his cold meat, otherwise dull to him, by pretending it is buffalo, just killed with his own bow and arrow. And the child is wise. The real meat comes back to him more savory for having been dipped in a story…by putting bread, gold, horse, apple, or the very roads into a myth, we do not retreat from reality: we rediscover it.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Puddleglum is the name. It doesn't matter if you forget it, I can always tell you again.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Friendship ... is born at the moment when one man says to another "What! You too? I thought that no one but myself . . .” 
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“More like the real thing,' said the lord Digory softly.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“When you argue against Him you are arguing against the very power that makes you able to argue at all: it is like cutting off the branch you are sitting on.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Human beings look separate because you see them walking about separately. But then we are so made that we can see only the present moment. If we could see the past, then of course it would look different. For there was a time when every man was part of his mother, and (earlier still) part of his father as well, and when they were part of his grandparents. If you could see humanity spread out in time, as God sees it, it would look like one single growing thing--rather like a very complicated tree. Every individual would appear connected with every other.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a looking-glass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all over again, in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different - deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country: every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Now the whole offer which Christianity makes is this: that we can, if we let God have His way, come to share in the life of Christ. If we do, we shall then be sharing a life which was begotten, not made, which always existed and always will exist. Christ is the Son of God. If we share in this kind of life we also shall be sons of God. We shall love the Father as He does and the Holy Ghost will arise in us. He came to this world and became a man in order to spread to other men the kind of life He has — by what I call "good infection." Every Christian is to become a little Christ. The whole purpose of becoming a Christian is simply nothing else.”
                            
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“No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good.”
                            
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“Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.”
                            
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“if anyone present wishes to make me the subject of his wit, I am very much at his service--with my sword--whenever he has leisure.”
                            
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“But please, please - won't you - can't you give me something that will cure Mother?' 
Up till then he had been looking at the Lion's great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory's own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself. 
'My son, my son,' said Aslan. 'I know. Grief is great.”
                            
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“Well, sir, if things are real, they’re there all the time."
"Are they?" said the Professor; and Peter did not quite know what to say.”
                            
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“How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana.”
                            
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                                C.S. Lewis