I don't pretend to understand very many things or know anything at all. But I know this is a good sentiment and I think it's lovely. From A Wrinkle in Time:
"In your language you have a form of poetry called the sonnet. It is a very strict form of poetry, is it not?"
"Yes."
"There are fourteen lines, I believe, all in iambic pentameter. That's a very strict rhythm or meter, yes?"
"Yes."
"And each line has to end with a rigid rhyme pattern. And if the poet does not do it exactly this way it is not a sonnet, is it?"
"No."
"But within this strict form the poet has complete freedom to say whatever he wants, doesn't he?"
"Yes."
"So."
"So what?"
"Oh, do not be stupid, boy! You know perfectly well what I am driving at!"
"You mean you're comparing our lives to a sonnet? A strict form, but freedom within it?"
"Yes. You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you."
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