A Swiftly Tilting Planet

by Madeleine L'Engle

I cannot find it in me to believe that God enjoys long faces and scowls at merriment.

“I am angry.” Ritchie looked past Brandon to his mother. “Your herbs will not stop my anger.” “You have cause to be angry,” his father said. “Anger is not bitterness. Bitterness can go on eating at a man’s heart and mind forever. Anger spends itself in its own time.