What war did for him (hasten disillusionment with communism), childbirth did for me. I began to notice what neglected, neurotic waifs the children of Communists were and to question the genuineness of the love of...

We sucked in atheism with our canned milk.

Being a fool for God was not merely alright but liberating.

I had no knowledge of divine help, and all the world lost faith in gradual progress.

I suppose it’s unfair, tricks of argument that leave wounds, but with this sort of thing that (C.S.) Lewis does, what I feel is a craftsman’s joy at the sight of a superior performance.