But then everyone would be burdened and pained. They don't want that. And that's the real reason The Receiver is so vital to them, and so honored. They selected me--and you-to lift that burden from themselves.

He hunched his shoulders and tried to make himself smaller in the seat. He wanted to disappear, to fade away, not to exist.

It's just that... without the memories it's all meaningless.

I think of every book as a single entity, and some have later gone on to become a series, often at the request of readers.

I see all of them. All the colors.

I have learned over the course of my many years that it is a bad idea, usually, to investigate piteous weeping but always a fine thing to look into a giggle.

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past.