It Was Almost December, And Jonas Was

The Fact That I Lost My Son Permeates My Being.

It Is So Good To Have Friends Who Understand How There Is A Time For Crying And A Time For Laughing, And That Sometimes The Two Are Very Close Together.

It Be Better, I Think, To Climb Out In Search Of Something, Instead Of Hating, What You're Leaving.

If Everyting's The Same, Then There Aren't Any Choices! I Want To Wake Up In The Morning And Decide Things!" (jonas) "it's The Choosing That's Imortant, Isn't It?" The Giver Asked Him.

"i Liked The Feeling Of Love," [jonas] Confessed. He Glanced Nervously At The Speaker On The Wall, Reassuring Himself That No One Was Listening. "i Wish We Still Had That," He Whispered. "of Course," He Added Quickly, "i Do Understand That It Wouldn't Work Very Well. And That It's Much Better To Be Organized The Way We Are Now. I Can See That It Was A Dangerous Way To Live." [...] "still," He Said Slowly, Almost To Himself, "i Did Like The Light They Made. And The Warmth."