You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

To grow up is to accept vulnerability. To be alive is to be vulnerable.

Stories are able to help us to become more whole, to become Named. And Naming is one of the impulses behind all art; to give a name to the cosmos, we see despite all the chaos.

Everything we do, our entire interior monologue, is prayer.

A mystic is a person who sees the facts as inadequate.

The best way to guide children without coercion is to be ourselves.

We need the rock of the past under our feet in order to spring forward into the future.