You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.

I rebel against death, yet I know that it is how I respond to death's inevitability that is going to make me less or more fully alive.

Euripedes. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.

My lovely shining fragile broken house is filled with flowers and founded on a rock.

If it's not good enough for adults, it's not good enough for children. If a book that is going to be marketed for children does not interest me, a grownup, then I am dishonoring the children for whom the book is intended, and I am dishonoring books. And words.

A book, too, can be a star, a living fire to lighten the darkness, leading out into the expanding universe.

Man is; it matters to him; this is terrifying unless it matters to God, too, because this is the only possible reason we can matter to ourselves.