“I’m not talking about my mother’s feelings about my father,” Charles Wallace scolded. “I’m talking about Mrs. Buncombe’s sheets.” — 34: 524-525
Euripides. Nothing is hopeless; we must hope for everything.” “Where are we now, and how did we get here?” — 55: 861-862
we can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts. — 74: 1162-1163
we’ve been brought here to help him, not just to find him.” — 91: 1438-1439