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We draw people to Christ not by loudly discrediting what they believe, by telling them how wrong they are and how right we are, but by showing them a ...more

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Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.

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And we mustn't lose our sense of humor," Mrs. Which said. "The only way to cope with something deadly serious is to try to treat it a little lightly.

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In the evening of life we shall be judged on love, and not one of us is going to come off very well, and were it not for my absolute faith in the lovi...more

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I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.

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Two people whose opinion I respect told me that the word "Christian" would turn people off. This certainly says something about the state of Christian...more

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This wasn't the first time that I'd come close to death, but it was the first time I'd been involved in this part of it, this strange, terrible saying...more

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We're not peculiar.""Oh, yes, you are. Don't you realize that in my world my parents are peculiar because they'd never been divorced? Basically becaus...more

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Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.

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Mr Jenkins. Unique, as every star in the sky is unique, every leaf on every tree, every snowflake, every farandola, every cherubim, unique: Named.

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Who makes you least confused?""Calvin" There was no hesitation here. "When I'm with Calvin, I don't mind being me""You mean he makes you more you, don...more

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She was enfolded in the great wings of Mrs. Whatsit and she felt comfort and strength pouring through her. Mrs. Whatsit was not speaking aloud, and ye...more

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From the shoulders, slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry. Calvin fell to his knees. "No," Mrs. What...more

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She was silent; the great wings almost stopped moving; only a delicate stirring seemed to keep them aloft. "Listen, then," Mrs. Whatsit said. The reso...more

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Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting no...more