Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named

Time exists so that everything doesn't happen at once.

Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.

Growing up is a process that never ends. It isn't a point you attain so you can say, Hooray, I'm grown up. Some people never grow up. And nobody ever finishes growing. Or shouldn't. If you stop you might as well quit. What I have to tell you is that it never gets any easier. It goes right on being rough forever. But nothing that's easy is worth anything. You ought to have learned that by now. What happens as you keep on growing is that all of a sudden you realize that it's more exciting and beautiful than scary and awful.

I knew that the moment I started worrying about whether or not I was good enough for the job, I wouldn't be able to do it.

Refusing to accept God's love because we're unworthy - of course we're unworthy! - is another golden calf.

We do not have to understand in order to believe that behind the mystery and the fascination there is love.