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Don't be afraid to be afraid.

"I wanted you to do it all for me. I wanted everything to be all easy and simple... So I tried to pretend that it was all your fault... because I was scared, and I didn't want to have to do anything myself-"
"But I wanted to do it for you," Mr. Murry said. "That's what every parent wants."

"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."

Her father continued his gentle massage. Her fingers came back to life with tingling pain. "You're hurting me!"
"Then you're feeling again," her father said quietly. "I'm afraid it is going to hurt, Meg."

She had found her father and he had not made everything all right...If the long search for her father was ended, and he wasn't able to overcome all their difficulties, there was nothing to guarantee that it would all come out right in the end. There was nothing left to hope for...her omnipotent father was doing nothing. She teetered on the seesaw of love and hate, and the Black Thing pushed her down into hate.

Like and equal are two entirely different things.

As these people came to the main street from the side streets, they would swing around the corners with an odd, automatic stride, as though they were so deep in their own problems and the route was so familiar that they didn't have to pay any attention to where they were going.

The coldness deepened and swirled all about her and through her, and was filled with a new and strange kind of darkness that was a completely tangible thing, a thing that wanted to eat and digest her like some enormous malignant beast of prey.

Even though she was used to Mrs Whatsi's odd The complete, the true Mrs Whatsit, Meg realized, was beyond human understanding. What she saw was only the game Mrs Whatsit was playing; it was an amusing and charming game, a game full of both laughter and comfort, but it was only the tiniest facet of all the things Mrs Whatsit could be.