Meg, I give you your faults.My faults! Meg cried.Your faults.But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!Yes, Mrs. Whatsit said. However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.
Love of music, of sunsets and sea; a liking for the same kind of people; political opinions that are not radically divergent; a similar stance as we look at the stars and think of the marvelous strang...
Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surround us or we light a candle to see by.
Itt iss Eevill… What is going to happen? Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!… And we’re not alone, you know, children, came Mrs.Whatsit, the comforter. …some of the best fighters have come from you...
It's a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them--and they simply don't need you. That's all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything abo...
It seemed strange that with so much softness in her actual construction Mamma gave such a feeling of hardness. When
It is the pattern throughout Creation. One child, one man, can swing the balance of the universe.
In the day school she went to in New York she had long intimate conversations with them all in her imagination, but never in reality.
In my tadpole stage I was delivered to Metron Ariston and transmogrified, and here am I. My name is Sporos, by the way, and I do not like your thinking names like mouse-creature and shrimp-thing at me...
If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise,or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treas...
If we knew ahead of time what was going to happen we'd be -- we'd be like the people on Camazotz, with no lives of our own, with everything all planned and done for us.
If we are not willing to fail we will never accomplish anything. All creative acts involve the risk of failure.
I've always thought about the theatre like a Christmas tree, all shining and bright with beautiful ornaments. But now it seems like a Christmas tree with the tinsel all tarnished and the colored balls...
I was just laughing because I felt good. You act as though you keep expecting people to laugh at you. You ought to just laugh at them. I’ll bet they’re funnier than you are.
I used to feel guilty about spending morning hours working on a book; about fleeing to the brook in the afternoon. It took several summers of being totally frazzled by September to make me realize tha...
I think we're supposed to ask too much of each other; otherwise, nothing would ever get done.
I have never lived before...Until this summer, I did not know what it was to be alive.
I doubt if it is given to the human being to understand completely the blessed passion and precious death, the mighty resurrection and glorious ascension of our Lord Jesus Christ. I know that I do not...
I cannot find it in me to believe that God enjoys long faces and scowls at merriment.
I am not some kind of computer. Only machines have glib answers for everything.