The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.

It's a funny thing about names, how they become a part of someone.

It be better, I think, to climb out in search of something, instead of hating, what you're leaving.

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.

You remember that I told you it was safer not to know. But,' he went on, as his hands moved wuth their sure and practiced motion, 'I will tell you just a little, because you were so very brave.' Brave?' Annemarie asked, surprised. 'No, I wasn't. I was very frightened.' You risked your life.' But I didn't even think about that! I was only thinking of-' He interrupted her,smiling. 'That's all that brave means-not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do. Of course you were frightened. I was too, today. But you kept your mind on what you had to do. So did I.

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

People in the know say The Giver was the first young adult dystopian novel.