“When I was little I bragged about my firefighting father: my father would go to heaven, because if he went to hell he would put out all the fires”

“So, have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.”

“Piece of Heaven?” “No, that other place I’m going to go to for thinking what I’m thinking.”

“Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.”

“I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.”

“No sight so sad as that of a naughty child,” he began, “especially a naughty little girl. Do you know where the wicked go after death?””They go to hell,” was my ready and orthodox answer.”And what is hell? Can you tell me that?””A pit full of fire.””And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?””No, sir.””What must you do to avoid it?”I deliberated a moment: my answer, when it did come was objectionable: “I must keep in good health and not die.”

“There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket – safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell.”

“Let this hell be our heaven.”

“The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God’s infinite love. That’s the message we’re brought up with, isn’t it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.”

“What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.”

“Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.”

“I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.”

“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”