The community of the Giver had achieved at such great price. A community without danger or pain. But also, a community without music, color or art. And books.

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.

I think I've written 40 books, and none of them have been heavy on action. I'm an introspective person.

Every 'no' means you are that much closer to a 'yes.

Always in the dream, it seemed as if there were a destination: a something--he could not grasp what-that lay beyond the place where the thickness of snow brought the sled to a stop. He was left, upon awakening, with the feeling that he wanted, even somehow needed, to reach the something that waited in the distance. The feeling that it was good. That it was welcoming. That it was significant. But he did not know how to get there.

The whole world had changed. Only the fairy tales remained the same. "And they lived happily ever after.

- My instructors in science and technology have taught us about how the brain works. It's full of electrical impulses. It's like a computer. If you stimulate one part of the brain with an electrode, it... - They know nothing.