A burst of harmony so brilliant that it almost overwhelmed them surrounded Meg, the cherubim, Calvin, and Mr. Jenkins. But after a moment of breathlessness, Meg was able to open herself to the song of the farae, these strange creatures who were Deepened, rooted, yet never seperated from each other, no matter how great the distance. We are the song of the universe. We sing with the angelic host. We are musicians. The farae and the stars are the singers. Our song orders the rhythm of creation.
Madeleine L'Engle'A Wrinkle in Time' was almost never published. You can't name a major publisher who didn't reject it.
Madeleine L'EngleIn art we are once again able to do all the things we have forgotten; we are able to walk on water; we speak to the angels who call us; we move, unfettered, among the stars.
Madeleine L'EngleInfinity is present in each part. A loving smile contains all art. The motes of starlight spark and dart. A grain of sand holds power and might.
Madeleine L'Engle