Lois Lowry Quotes

Our gifts are our weaponry,

She had seen her son for the first time, in this place, when he was a child of eight or nine. She remembered that day. He ran along the path near the cottage to which she had been assigned, calling to...

The man that I named The Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing....

The man that I named The Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing.

There had been no real coffee in Copenhagen since the beginning of the Nazi occupation. Not even any real tea. The mothers sipped at hot water flavored with herbs. Annemarie,

There were stars here and there, dotting the sky among thin clouds, but no moon. Annemarie shivered, standing at the foot of the steps. Come, Mama murmured, and she moved away from the house. One by o...

They both walked to the center of the room. Jonas put his tunic back on. 'Goodbye, sir,' he said. 'Thank you for my first day.' The old man nodded to him. He looked drained, and a little sad. 'Sir?' J...

Was there someone there, waiting, who would receive the tiny released twin? Would it grow up Elsewhere, not knowing, ever, that in this community lived a being who looked exactly the same? For a momen...

What’s your problem, Sam? she asked in a bored voice. If they didn’t deal with his first, he would keep interrupting. A pea in my nose, he said, sounding frightened. You put a pea in your nose? Sam! W...

Eating together as always: Lily chattering away, Mother and Father making their customary

He remembered the excitement, the conversations at home, wondering about her: how she would look, who she would be, how she would fit into their established family unit.

Hurry through the evening’s last light to the homeplace, where the blind

It closed, created a clasp from willow twigs that he’d soaked to soften and

Mama and papa when it gets cold, Mama said, smiling. I remember when Kirsti slept between you and Papa. She was supposed to stay in her crib, but in the middle of the night she would climb out and get...

Now he knew that there were communities everywhere, sprinkled across the vast landscape of the known world, in which people suffered. Not always from beatings and hunger, the way he had. But from igno...

She looked into the face of the soldier

They were artists, the three of them. Makers of song, of wood, of threaded patterns. Because they were artists, they had some value that she could not comprehend. Because of that value, the three of t...

And I want you all to remember- that you must not dream yourselves back to the times before the war, but the dream for you all, young and old, must be to create an ideal of human decency, and not a na...

How could you describe a hill and snow to someone who had never felt height or wind or that feathery, magical cold?

A lot of people I know would hate that ending, but not me. I loved it. Mainly because I got to make the book happy. I decided they made it. They made it to the past. I decided the past was our world,...