Silence fell between them, as tangible as the dark tree shadows that fell across their laps and that now seemed to rest upon them as heavily as though they possessed a measurable weight of their own.
Madeleine L'EngleMan 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.
Madeleine L'EngleArtistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.
Madeleine L'Engle