There were more than usual this time. It’s a big group, Matty whispered to the blind man. Yes, I can hear that it is. I wonder if somehow they have begun to hear rumors that we may close.
There was no fuel now for the homes and apartments in Copenhagen, and the winter nights were terribly cold.
The worse part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
The Giver laughed, then Jonah, too, chuckled reluctantly.
That's why they call you Seer. You see more than most.
Take your pride in your pain. You are stronger than those who have none.
Sometimes I wish they'd ask for my wisdom more often - there are so many things I could tell them; things I wish they would change. But they don't want change. Life here is so orderly, so predictable...
She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.
Selected for what? Claire had never heard of such a thing before. Rolf raised an eyebrow and shrugged. I don’t know. Didn’t she say? Yes, but I didn’t understand what she was talking about. Did any of...
SHREK Written by William Steig & Ted Elliott SHREK Once upon a time there was a lovely princess. But she had an enchantment upon her of a fearful sort which could only be broken by love's first kis...
Pretending doesn't keep you safe.
Once she read a book but found it distasteful because it contained adjectives.
Oh! Lovely! said Nanny. You are an old fashioned family, like us. We are four worthy orphans with a no-nonsense nanny. Like Mary Poppins? suggested the man, with a pleased look of recognition. Not one...
No. But why would I go back? I had found a home here, the way everyone has. That’s why we have the Museum, Matty, to remind us of how we came, and why: to start fresh, and begin a new place from what...
Jonas, listening, thought suddenly about the bridge and how, standing there, he had wondered what lay Elsewhere. Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it gr...
Jonas was careful about language.
Jonas reached the opposite side of the river, stopped briefly, and looked back. The community where his entire life had been lived lay behind him now, sleeping. At dawn, the orderly, disciplined life...
Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the feeling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry.
It was an illusion. It was a tangled knot of fears and deceits and dark struggles for power that had disguised itself and almost destroyed everything. Now it was unfolding, like a flower coming into b...
I will take care of that, sir. I will take care of that, sir, Jonas mimicked in a cruel, sarcastic voice. I will do whatever you like, sir. I will kill people, sir. Old people? Small new born people?...