Of course they needed to care. It was the meaning of everything.

The fact that I lost my son permeates my being.

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

Because of fear, they made shelter and found food and grew things. For the same reason, weapons were stored, waiting.

I don't know what you mean when you say 'the whole world' or 'generations before him.'I thought there was only us. I thought there was only now.

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.

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