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

Love can't be pinned down by a definition, and it certainly can't be proved, any more than anything else important in life can be proved.

Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us or we light a candle to see by.

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

In our dreams we are able to fly . . . and that is a remembering of how we were meant to be.

A life lived in chaos is an impossibility for the artist. No matter how unstructured may seem the painter's garret in Paris or the poet's pad in Greenwich Village, the artist must have some kind of order or he will proudce a very small body of work. To create a work of art, great or small, is work, hard work, and work requires discipline and order.

I wrote because I wanted to know what everything was about.