If you want to get warm you must stand near the fire: if you want to be wet you must get into the water. If you want joy, power, peace, eternal life, you must get close to, or even into, the thing that has them.
C. S. Lewis
Nothing, not even the best and noblest, can go on as it is. Nothing, not even what is lowest and most bestial, will not be raised if it submits to death.
We are what we believe we are.
To be stories at all they must be a series of events: but it must be understood that this series - the plot, as we call it - is only really a new whereby to catch something else.
At a well in a yard they met a man who was beating a boy. The stick burst into a flower in the mans hand. He tried to drop it, but it stuck to his hand. His arm became a branch, his body the trunk of a tree, his feet took root.
The act of living is different all through. Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.