the books of my numberless dreams
A haphazard collection of quotations and bookish digital knick-knacks.
“Mother,” Meg pursued. “Charles says I’m not one thing or the other, not flesh nor fowl nor good red herring.”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Calvin said, “you’re Meg, aren’t you? Come on and let’s go for a walk.”
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
With a sudden enthusiastic gesture Calvin flung his arms out wide, as though he were embracing Meg and her mother, the whole house. “How did all this happen? Isn’t it wonderful? I feel as though I were just being born! I’m not alone anymore! Do you realize what that means to me?”
“But you’re good at basketball and things,” Meg protested. “You’re good in school Everybody likes you.”
“For all the most unimportant reasons,” Calvin said. “There hasn’t been anybody, anybody in the world I could talk to. Sure, I can function on the same level as everybody else, I can hold myself down, but it isn’t me.”
Meg took a batch of forks from the drawer and turned them over and over, looking at them. “I’m all confused again.”
“Oh, so ‘m I,” Calvin said gaily. “But now at least I know we’re going somewhere.”
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
“Lead on, moron,” Calvin cried gaily. “I’ve never even seen your house, and I have the funniest feeling that for the first time in my life I’m going home!”
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
