But she finds it so difficult to verbalize, Charles dear. It helps her if she can quote instead of working out words of her own.

How did all this happen? Isn't it wonderful? I feel as though I were just being born! I'm not alone anymore! Do you realize what that means to me?

Why does anybody do anything?" Mimi asked impatiently. "Most of the time we don't know--any of us.

There are still stars which move in ordered and beautiful rhythm. There are still people in this world who keep promises.

It hasn't happened yet, nuclear war. No missiles have been sent. As long as it hasn't happened, there's a chance that it may not happen.

Truth is what is true, and it's not necessarily factual. Truth and fact are not the same thing. Truth does not contradict or deny facts, but it goes through and beyond facts. This is something that it is very difficult for some people to understand. Truth can be dangerous.

The truly great books are flawed: The Brothers Karamazov is unwieldy in structure; a present-day editor would probably want to cut the Grand Inquisitor scene because it isn't necessary to the plot. For me The Brothers Karamazov is one of the greatest novels ever written, and this is perhaps because of, rather than in spite of, its human faults.

To be half a century plus is wonderfully exciting, because I haven't lost any of my past, and I am free to stand on the rock of all that the past has taught me as I look to the future.

An artist is a nourisher and a creator who knows that during the act of creation there is collaboration. We do not create alone.

Behind the violence of the birthing of galaxies and stars and planets came a quiet and tender melody, a gentle love song. All the raging of creation, the continuing hydrogen explosions on the countless suns, the heaving of planetary bodies, all was enfolded in a patient, waiting love.

You might call IT the Boss. Then Charles Wallace giggled, a giggle that was the most sinister sound Meg had ever heard. IT sometimes calls ITself the Happiest Sadist.

What is real?

I don't know if they're really like everybody else, or if they're able to pretend they are.

Experiment is the mother of knowledge.

When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable.

I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.

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 joys.

In the evening of life we shall be judged on love, and not one of us is going to come off very well, and were it not for my absolute faith in the loving forgiveness of my Lord I could not call on him to come.

But she was one of those people who change very little between twenty and sixty. Instead of growing and developing into whatever kind of creatures they are, slowly and consistently, they have three periods of their lives, with sharp lines of demarcation between them: they are children, then grownups, then old men and women. Suddenly.

Trust easily come by can vanish as easily.

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility...

I think that all artists, regardless of degree of talent, are a painful, paradoxical combination of certainty and uncertainty, of arrogance and humility, constantly in need of reassurance, and yet with a stubborn streak of faith in their own validity no matter what.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?' For our sakes Jesus went through all the suffering we may ever have to endure, and because he cried out those words we may cry them out, too.

The story comes, and it is pure story. That's all I set out to write. But I don't believe that we can write any kind of story without including, whether we intend to or not, our response to the world around us.

If we commit ourselves to one person for life, this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather, it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession but participation.

I found myself earnestly explaining to the young minister that I did not believe in God, 'but I've discovered that I can't live as though I didn't believe in him. As long as I don't need to say any more than that I try to live as though I believe in God, I would very much like to come to church--if you'll let me.

A love which depends solely on romance, on the combustion of two attracting chemistries, tends to fizzle out. The famous lovers usually end up dead. A long-term marriage has to move beyond chemistry to compatibility, to friendship, to companionship. It is certainly not that passion disappears, but that it is conjoined with other ways of love.

If we are not willing to fail we will never accomplish anything. All creative acts involve the risk of failure.

So the challenge I face with children is the redemption of adulthood. We must make it evident that maturity is the fulfillment of childhood and adolescence, not a diminishing; that it is an affirmation of life, not a denial; that it is entering fully into our essential selves.

It's a good thing to have all the props pulled out from under us occasionally. It gives us some sense of what is rock under our feet, and what is sand. It stops us from taking anything for granted. It has also taught me about living in the immediate moment.

What you think is not the point. What you do is what’s going to count.

I'm too young and the world is too old.

We want nothing from you that you do without grace, Mrs Whatsit said, or that you do without understanding.

The name of God is so awe-full, so unpronounceable, that it has never been used by any of his creatures. Indeed, it is said that if, inadvertently, the great and terrible name of God should be spoken, the universe would explode.

The joys of love...last only a moment. The sorrows of love last all the life long.

Just relax and don't worry over things that needn't trouble you, Mrs Whatsit said.

I'll ask you a riddle. What do you have the more of, the more of it you give away?

Oh, girl, not woman, more than child, Which of us two is the more wild? So.

There's no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.

Meg's eyes were too bright. I wish human beings couldn't have feelings. I am having feelings. They hurt.

God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty.

A book, too, can be a star 'explosive material, capable of stirring up fresh life endlessly.

So I know, with a sense of responsibility that hits me with a cold fist in the pit of my stomach, that what I am is going to make more difference to my own children and those I talk to and teach than anything I tell them.

Well, the fifth dimension's a tesseract.

I cannot find it in me to believe that God enjoys long faces and scowls at merriment.

Love does not triumph easily or without pain, but story gives us the courage to endure the pain.

The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books," Miranda said. "It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

The written word Should be clean as bone, Clear as light, Firm as stone. Two words are not As good as one.

The compulsion for me to get my cotton-pickin' fingers on my fellow man is the natural result of my belief that I have the word. If I do have the word and feel surrounded by unmolded clay, I have no choice but to mold. When I do this, I begin playing God, and as a result usually raise the devil.