It's hard to let go anything we love. We live in a world which teaches us to clutch. But when we clutch we're left with a fistful of ashes.

Meg, I give you your faults." "My faults!" Meg cried. "Your faults." "But I'm always trying to get rid of my faults!" "Yes," Mrs. Whatsit said. "However, I think you'll find they'll come in very handy on Camazotz.

I do not know everything; still many things I understand.

One of the many sad results of the Industrial Revolution was that we came to depend more than ever on the intellect, and to ignore the intuition with its symbolic thinking.

And sometimes when we listen, we are led into places we do not expect, into adventures we do not always understand.

If you're too happy about anything, fate usually gives you a good sock in the jaw and knocks you down.

Are anybody's parents typical?