CS Lewis Quotes

I am fatally attracted to all bookstores.

Books were in the world; the world was in books.

Books connect us with others, but that connection is created in solitude, one reader in one chair hearing one writer, what John Irving refers to as one genius speaking to another.

Books, I knew then and now, give body to our ideas and imaginations, make them flesh in the world; a bookstore is the city where our fleshed-out inner selves reside.

Books are slow. They require time; they are written slowly, published slowly, and read slowly.

The bookstore and the coffeehouse are natural allies; Neither has a time limit, slowness is encouraged.

Maturity and experience shouldn't stop one from craving silly things like sliding down bannisters.

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

burning with curiosity

Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please.

Of all things, I do like a Conspiracy! It's so interesting!

Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again - Echo still the joyful sound "Peace on earth, good-will to men!"

I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong.

There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea.

All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.

In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.

Take my friends and my home - as an outcast I'll roam: Take the money I have in the bank: It is just what I wish, but deprive me of fish, And my life would indeed be blank.

Magnitudes are algebraically represented by letter, men by men of letters, and so on.

My beloved friend - one of the most unique and charming personalities of our time.

Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.

If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind, and then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!

PLAIN SUPERFICIALITY is the character of a speech, in which any two points being taken, the speaker is found to lie wholly with regard to those two points.

The vast unfathomable sea Is but a Notion-unto me.

I have often seen a cat without a grin - but a grin without a cat - remember the cat kept appearing and disappearing slowly bit by bit.

I should like the whole race of nurses to be abolished: children should be with their mother as much as possible, in my opinion.

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's life in space-time colored his liberated life of the imagination.

With a sort of mental squint.

I never thought of that before! It's my opinion that you never think at all.

The recent extraordinary discovery in Photography, as applied in the operations of the mind, has reduced the art of novel-writing to the merest mechanical labour.

Why, what a temper you are in!

She's stark raving mad!

'And how, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!' But being determined didn't help much.

For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small; Then mix the bits and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes no difference at all.

Either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -" "Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause. "Or else it doesn't, you know.

But I was thinking of a way To feed oneself on batter, And so go on from day to day Getting a little fatter.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

You know," he (Tweedledee) added very gravely, "it's one of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to get one's head cut off." pg. 199

And my heart is like nothing so much as a bowl Brimming over with quivering curds!

But, said Alice, the the world has absolutely no sens, who's stopping us from inventing one?

In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts--it is unusual to offer both.

For the snark was a boojum, you see.

And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

But it's no use now," thought poor Alice, "to pretend to be two people! Why, there's ahrdly enough of me left to make one respectable person!

Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.

Would you be a poet Before you've been to school? Ah, well! I hardly thought you So absolute a fool.

First, I hate all theological controversy: it is wearing to the temper, and is I believe (at all events when viva voce) worse than useless.

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!

By which I get my wealth-- And very gladly will I drink Your Honour's noble health.

The Cheshire Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt it ought to be treated with respect.