Life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. - Mrs. Whatsit
Madeleine L'EngleArt is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self.
Madeleine L'EngleNow I am setting out into the unknown. It will take me a long while to work through the grief. There are no shortcuts; it has to be gone through.
Madeleine L'EngleMy writing knows more than I know. What a writer must do is listen to her book. It might take you where you donโt expect to go. Thatโs what happens when you write stories. You listen and you say โa ha,โ and you write it down. A lot of it is not planned, not conscious; it happens while youโre doing it. You know more about it after youโre done.
Madeleine L'Engle