Itt iss Eevillโฆ" "What is going to happen?" "Wee wwill cconnttinnue tto ffightt!"โฆ "And weโre not alone, you know, children," came Mrs.Whatsit, the comforter. "โฆsome of the best fighters have come from your own planetโฆ" "Who have our fighters been?" Calvin asked. "Oh, you must know them, dear," Mrs.Whatsit said. Mrs.Whoโs spectacles shone out at them triumphantly. "And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not.
Madeleine L'EngleIn the final exam in the Chaucer course we were asked why he used certain verbal devices, certain adjectives, why he had certain characters behave in certain ways. And I wrote, 'I don't think Chaucer had any idea why he did any of these things. That isn't the way people write.' I believe this as strongly now as I did then. Most of what is best in writing isn't done deliberately.
Madeleine L'EngleThe earth will never be the same again Rock, water, tree, iron, share this greif As distant stars participate in the pain. A candle snuffed, a falling star or leaf, A dolphin death, O this particular loss A Heaven-mourned; for if no angel cried If this small one was tossed away as dross, The very galaxies would have lied. How shall we sing our love's song now In this strange land where all are born to die? Each tree and leaf and star show how The universe is part of this one cry, Every life is noted and is cherished, and nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
Madeleine L'Engle