Megan Whalen Turner Quote

The clear light of the library was slanting in through the glass-paneled doorway to my right, falling on the table between my tutor and me and on dust motes hung in the air. The tiny flecks drew my eye, and I watched as they dipped and swirled in invisible currents.They are beautiful in the light, are they not? my tutor asked. They were, catching the sun and shining like tiny stars themselves. You know, there are just as many outside the sun's rays that are invisible, she said. Then, in the way of dreams, she lifted her hand into the air and moved a single dust mote into the light. And you? she asked. She lifted her hand again, just beyond the edge of the light, and I knew she held another mote and could move it as easily into the way of the sun, and I said, No, thank you. I am content where I am.