you and I have good enough minds to know how very limited and finite they really are. The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

When I am constantly running there is no time for being. When there is no time for being there is no time for listening.

Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.

We live by revelations, as Christians, as artists, which means we must be careful never to get set into rigid molds. The minute we begin to think we know all the answers, we forget all the questions and we become like the pharisee who listed all his considerable virtues, and thanked God that he was not like other men.

We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing. -Aunt Beast

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.