Memory Is The Happiness Of Being Alone.

He Wept, And It Felt As If The Tears Were Cleansing Him, As If His Body Needed To Empty Itself.

When I Wrote 'the Giver,' It Contained No So-called 'bad Words.' It Was Set, After All, In A Mythical, Futuristic, And Utopian Society. Not Only Was There No Poverty, Divorce, Racism, Sexism, Pollution, Or Violence In The World Of 'the Giver'; There Was Also Careful Attention Paid To Language: To Its Fluency, Precision, And Power.

I Don't For One Second Think About The Possibility Of Censorship When I Am Writing A New Book. I Know I Am A Person Who Cares About Kids And Who Cares About Truth And I Am Guided By My Own Instincts, And Trust Them.

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.

Gabe?" The Newchild Stirred Slightly In His Sleep. Jonas Looked Over At Him. "there Could Be Love", Jonas Whispered.