Madeleine L’Engle

Madeleine
L’Engle
1918
1986

American Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer best known for novel "A Wrinkle In Time" winning the John Newbery Medal

Author Quotes

We, and I think I'm speaking for many writers, don't know what it is that sometimes comes to make our books alive. All we can do is write dutifully and day after day, every day, giving our work the very best of what we are capable. I don't that we can consciously put the magic in; it doesn't work that way. When the magic comes, it's a gift.

The rational intellect doesn't have a great deal to do with love, and it doesn't have a great deal to do with art. I am often, in my writing, great leaps ahead of where I am in my thinking, and my thinking has to work its way slowly up to what the "super-conscious" has already shown me in a story or poem.

There is in God, some say, a deep but dazzling darkness.

To deny friendship is un-love.

We cannot seem to escape paradox; I do not think I want to.

We're right now at a new paradigm shift, and I don't think any of us have really caught on to it, but it is far more terrifying than anything that Darwin suggested.

The scientists think it likely that there may be other planets out there, but this far nobody?s been able to communicate with anybody else. Maybe we?d better learn to communicate with each other first.

There is nothing so secular that it cannot be sacred, and that is one of the deepest messages of the Incarnation.

To forget is a form of suicide

We do have to use our minds as far as they will take us, yet acknowledging that they cannot take us all the way. We can give a child a self-image. But is this a good idea? Hitler did a devastating job at that kind of thing. So does Chairman Mao... I haven't defined a self, nor do I want to. A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.

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.

The seahorse might well be a symbol for the more extreme branches of women's lib, because the female seahorse lays her eggs in the male's pouch and then he has to carry eggs to term, go through labor pains and bear the babies.

There was no light. The darkness was deep and there was no dazzle.

To grow up is to find the small part you are playing in the extraordinary drama written by somebody else.

We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.

The true value of a human being is determined primarily by the measure and the sense in which he has obtained liberation from self.

There's a theory which I take seriously... that we live until we do whatever we're meant to do. Mozart started composing at an incredibly early age, and when he died young he had accomplished the purpose for which he was born.

To look at a work of art and then to make a judgment as to whether or not it is art, and whether or not it is Christian, is presumptuous.

We do live, all of us, on many different levels, and for most artists the world of imagination is more real than the world of the kitchen sink.

The truly great books are flawed: The Brothers Karamazov is unwieldy in structure; a present-day editor would probably want to cut the Grand Inquisitor scene because it isn't necessary to the plot. For me The Brothers Karamazov is one of the greatest novels ever written, and this is perhaps because of, rather than in spite of, its human faults.

There's more to life than just the things that can be explained by encyclopedias and facts. Facts alone are not adequate.

To marry is the biggest risk in human relations that a person can take.

We do not know what things look like. We know what things are like. It must be a very limiting thing,this seeing.

The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books, Miranda said. It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

They are very young. And on their earth, as they call it, they never communicate with other planets. They revolve about all alone in space.

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First Name
Madeleine
Last Name
L’Engle
Birth Date
1918
Death Date
1986
Bio

American Novelist, Poet, Short Story Writer best known for novel "A Wrinkle In Time" winning the John Newbery Medal