Maybe the job of the artist is to see through all of this strangeness to what really is, and that takes a lot of courage and a strong faith in the validity of the artistic vision even if there is not...
Maybe our intimacies are more precious if we know they may be taken away.
Just relax and don’t worry over things that needn’t trouble you, Mrs Whatsit said.
If I never had another book published, and it was very clear to me that this was a real possibility, I still had to go on writing. I'm glad I made this decision in a moment of failure. It's easy to sa...
If I do wrong, I may do it unwittingly, thinking I am doing something for the best; but if it turns out to be wrong, I have done it, and I must bear the responsibility. It is not somebody else’s or so...
From the shoulders, slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry. Calvin fell to his knees. No, Mrs. Whatsit said, though her voice was not Mrs. Whatsit's vo...
Do you think things always have an explanation? Yes. I believe that they do. But I think that with our human limitations we're not always able to understand the explanations. But you see, Meg, just be...
Curled up on one of her pillows a gray fluff of kitten yawned, showing its pink tongue, tucked its head under again, and went back to sleep.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
And it came to me as I stood on the desert sand, looking at the Great Pyramid, that what any civilization says about God tells us more about that civilization than it does about God.
Ananda: that joy without which the universe will fall apart and collapse.
Papa's always had the ability to remember the good things and let the bad ones go. Not a bad ability.... I'm not sure. I think we have to remember it all before we can forgive it.
We can't take any credit for our talents. It's how we use them that counts.
I Name you Echthroi. I Name you Meg.I Name you Calvin.I Name you Mr. Jenkins.I Name you Proginoskes.I fill you with Naming.Be!Be, butterfly and behemoth,be galaxy and grasshopper,star and sparrow,you...
You don't want him for a reason. You want him because he's your father.
The author & the reader "know" each other: they meet on the bridge of words
But there is something about Time. The sun rises and sets. The stars swing slowly across the sky and fade. Clouds fill with rain and snow, empty themselves, and fill again. The moon is born, and dies,...
If it can be verified, we don't need faith... Faith is for that which lies on the other side of reason. Faith is what makes life bearable, with all its tragedies and ambiguities and sudden, startling...
Some things have to be believed to be seen.
It takes too much energy to be against something unless it's really important.