Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made

Ellen Had Said That Her Mother Was Afraid Of The Ocean, That It Was Too Cold And Too Big. The Sky Was, Too, Thought Annemarie. The Whole World Was: Too Cold, Too Big. And Too Cruel.

Genius Disregards The Boundaries Of Propriety. Genius Is Permitted To Shout If Shouting Is Productive.

Writing Is Self Employment, So You Can Make Your Own Schedule.

I Write Books Because I Have Always Been Fascinated By Stories And Language, And Because I Love Thinking About What Makes People Tick. Writing A Story... 'the Giver' Or Any Other... Is Simply An Exploration Of The Nature Of Behavior: Why People Do What They Do, How It Affects Others, How We Change And Grow, And What Decisions We Make Along The Way.

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