Evil Can Do Anything, For A Price.

It's Just That... Without The Memories It's All Meaningless.

I Think When You've Had Success, Publishers And Reviewers And Readers Are Willing To Let You Try Something New If You've Already Proven Yourself. They're Excited About What You're Doing, You Have People Interested In It, And Actually Waiting For It. It's Empowering.

Then I Went Home To Continue My Life, Which Had Changed A Little, As Lives Do Every Day, Inching By Microspecks Forward Toward Whatever Surprises Are Coming Next.

I Tend Not To Think About Audience When I'm Writing. Many People Who Read "the Giver" Now Have Their Own Kids Who Are Reading It. Even From The Beginning, The Book Attracted An Audience Beyond A Child Audience.

For The First Time, He Heard Something That He Knew To Be Music. He Heard People Singing. Behind Him, Across Vast Distances Of Space And Time, From The Place He Had Left, He Thought He Heard Music Too. But Perhaps, It Was Only An Echo.