Mama Was Crying, And The Rain Made

...now He Saw The Familiar Wide River Beside The Path Differently. He Saw All Of The Light And Color And History It Contained And Carried In Its Slow - Moving Water; And He Knew That There Was An Elsewhere From Which It Came, And An Elsewhere To Which It Was Going

I See All Of Them. All The Colors.

I Think I've Written 40 Books, And None Of Them Have Been Heavy On Action. I'm An Introspective Person.

We Live In Times That Are In Many Ways Ambiguous. Maybe That's Why Kids Want Precision In What They Read - They Don't Like That Moral Ambiguity.

Gathering Blue' Was A Separate Book. I Wanted To Explore What A Society Might Become After A Catastrophic World Event. Only At The End Did I Realize I Could Make It Connect To 'the Giver.