"I once asked L'Engle to define 'science fiction,'" Cynthia Zarin recalled. "She replied, 'Isn't everything?' On another occasion, in the vast, sunny apartment in a building on West End Avenue where she has lived since 1960, and where she and her late husband, the actor Hugh Franklin, brought up their three children, she offered an example. 'I was standing right there, carrying a plate of cold cuts,' she said, pointing at a swinging door between the dining room and the pantry. 'And I swooped into the pantry, bang, and got a black eye. It was exactly as if someone had pushed me.'"
[L'Engle's book, A Wrinkle in Time, "opens on a stormy night. 'I knew you'd be down,' Charles Wallace says to Meg as midnight nears. There is a strange sound at the kitchen door, and, when T~lrs. Murry opens it, in tumbles a very old, cheerful woman who accepts a sandwich, and leaves just as suddenly, in a heave of drenched outergarments, saying in a by-the-by sort of way, 'There is such a thing as a tesseract.'"]