The corner was just ahead.
The important thing is that another medium—stage, film, music—doesn’t obliterate a book. The movie is here now, on a big screen, with stars and costumes and a score. But the book hasn’t gone away. It...
The next morning, for the first time, Jonas did not take his pill. Something within him, something that had grown there through the memories, told him to throw the pill away.
Then, in the same way that his own dwelling slipped away behind him as he rounded a corner on his bicycle, the dream slipped away from his thoughts. Very briefly, a little guiltily, he tried to grasp...
There could be love. Jonas whispered.
To sadden. To bloom. To bleed. What a strange set of words.
Today is declared an unscheduled holiday.
We’re almost there, Gabriel, he whispered, feeling quite certain without knowing why. I remember this place, Gabe. And it was true. But it was not a grasping of a thin and burdensome recollection; thi...
Why do you and I have to hold these memories? It gives us wisdom, The Giver replied.
With her toddler playing on the floor by her feet, his widow now nursed her new baby on the porch of her homeplace, attended by comforting women who sat with their knitting and embroidery and spoke on...
You can stand at the edge of the meadow and look across to Sweden!
And she asked to be released.
Blue vervain and chamomile,
Dogs
Each change, painful though some of them will be, will make us a little better than we were before.
His school lessons had been unusually
My job is to transmit to you all the memories I have within me. Memories of the past.
She said, thank you for your childhood.
This talk will be a private one with Jonas.
Way, he had hoped he would not. His life would
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