...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 tend not to think about audience when I'm writing. Many people who read "The Giver" now have their own kids who are reading it. Even from the beginning, the book attracted an audience beyond a child audience.

Evil can do anything, for a price.

There was just a moment when things weren't quite the same, weren't quite as they had always been through the long friendship

I feel sorry for anyone who is in a place where he feels strange and stupid.

It's the choosing that's important, isn't it?

I see all of them. All the colors.