Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made

The Man That I Named The Giver Passed Along To The Boy Knowledge, History, Memories, Color, Pain, Laughter, Love, And Truth. Every Time You Place A Book In The Hands Of A Child, You Do The Same Thing. It Is Very Risky. But Each Time A Child Opens A Book, He Pushes Open The Gate That Separates Him From Elsewhere. It Gives Him Choices. It Gives Him Freedom. Those Are Magnificent, Wonderfully Unsafe Things. [from Her Newberry Award Acceptance Speech]

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 Think 'the Giver' Is Such A Moral Book, So Filled With Important Truths, That I Couldn't Believe Anyone Would Want To Suppress It, To Keep It From Kids.

I Feel Sorry For Anyone Who Is In A Place Where He Feels Strange And Stupid.

Now He Saw Another Elephant Emerge From The Place Where It Had Stood Hidden In The Trees. Very Slowly It Walked To The Mutilated Body And Looked Down. With Its Sinuous Trunk It Struck The Huge Corpse; Then It Reached Up, Broke Some Leafy Branches With A Snap, And Draped Them Over The Mass Of Torn Thick Flesh. Finally It Tilted Its Massive Head, Raised Its Trunk, And Roared Into The Empty Landscape.