The virgin birth has never been a major stumbling block in my struggle with Christianity; it’s far less mind boggling than the Power of all Creation stooping so low as to become one of us.
She began to feel the sense of wonderful elation that always came to her when beauty took hold of her and made her forget her fears.
Qui plussait, plus se tait. French, you know. The more a man knows, the less he talks.
Everything we do, our entire interior monologue, is prayer.
When a bride insists on telling her lover everything, I suspect she is looking for a father, not a husband.
God promised to make you free. He never promised to make you independent.
When we believe in the impossible, it becomes possible, and we can do all kinds of extraordinary things.
If we don’t pray according to the needs of the heart, we repress our deepest longings. Our prayers may not be rational, and we may be quite aware of that, but if we repress our needs, then those unsaid prayers will fester.
When we celebrate Christmas, we are celebrating that amazing time when the Word that shouted all the galaxies into being limited all power and, for love of us, came to us in the powerless body of a human baby.
God is over all things, under all things; outside all; within, but not enclosed; without, but not excluded; above, but not raised up; below; but not depressed; wholly above, presiding; wholly without, embracing; wholly within, filling.
All will be redeemed in God’s fullness of time, all, not just the small portion of the population who have been given the grace to know and accept Christ. All the strayed and stolen sheep. All the little lost ones.
An infinite question is often destroyed by finite answers. To define everything is to annihilate much that gives us laughter and joy.
When we lose our myths we lose our place in the universe.
A good laugh heals a lot of hurts.
What can we give a child when there is nothing left? All we have, I think, is the truth, the truth that will set him free, not limited, provable truth, but the open, growing, evolving truth that is not afraid.
Man has a viewpoint, but God has the view.
Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived.
To be born is to start the journey towards death.
A Wrinkle in Time was almost never published. You can’t name a major publisher who didn’t reject it.
Speaking of ways, pet, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.