“You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it? Yes. Mrs. Whatsit said. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”

“You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.”

“Yes, there's love if you want it. Don't sound like no sonnet, my lord.”

“When you're screwing up and nobody says anything to you anymore, that means they've given up on you.”

“Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.”

“Freedom means
you're free to do
just whatever
pleases you;
— if, of course
that is to say,
what you please
is what you may.”

“All forms of violence are quests for identity. When you live on the frontier, you have no identity. You're a nobody.”

“You get tired of dealing with how other people think of what you're doing. It finally gets to the point where you realize that if you're going to do it the way you want, you have to do it yourself. That might mean putting up the money to do it yourself.”

“If you hear yourself saying “I could never give up ice cream” (or something else), realize that you may just be short on vegucation. There are lots of rich, luscious nondairy ice creams on the market … If you have the necessary information and you're still saying “I could never give up…,” listen to yourself. You're affirming weakness. … You're bigger than that. You can eat plants and save lives. You can give your life exponentially more meaning by living in a way that decreases suffering just because you got up and chose a kind breakfast.”

“You do have to rise above. If you're true to yourself and you're confident with who you are and you really know where you're coming from, you'll be fine. No matter what anyone says and no matter what anyone tries to do to you.”