One cannot be humble and aware of oneself at the same time.

'A Wrinkle in Time' was almost never published. You can't name a major publisher who didn't reject it.

We do not love each other without changing each other.

We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are.

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

I like to take the time out to listen to the trees, much in the same way that I listen to a sea shell, holding my ear against the rough bark of the trunk, hearing the inner singing of the sap. It's a lovely sound, the beating of the heart of the tree.

I love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take.