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

No matter how true I believe what I am writing to be, if the reader cannot also participate in that truth, then I have failed.

Unlearning is the choice, conscious or unconscious, of any real artist. And it is the true sign of maturity.

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

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.

It is not always on the great or the important that the balance of the universe depends.

Art is an affirmation of life, a rebuttal of death. And here we blunder into paradox again, for during the creation of any form of art, art which affirms the value and the holiness of life, the artist must die. To serve a work of art, great or small, is to die, to die to self.