I Knew That There Had Been Times

If Everyting's The Same, Then There Aren't Any Choices! I Want To Wake Up In The Morning And Decide Things!" (jonas) "it's The Choosing That's Imortant, Isn't It?" The Giver Asked Him.

I Think Of Every Book As A Single Entity, And Some Have Later Gone On To Become A Series, Often At The Request Of Readers.

-a Whole World Can Lie Before Someone, If Love Is There When One Wakes.

It Was Almost December, And Jonas Was Beginning To Be Frightened.

Always In The Dream, It Seemed As If There Were A Destination: A Something--he Could Not Grasp What-that Lay Beyond The Place Where The Thickness Of Snow Brought The Sled To A Stop. He Was Left, Upon Awakening, With The Feeling That He Wanted, Even Somehow Needed, To Reach The Something That Waited In The Distance. The Feeling That It Was Good. That It Was Welcoming. That It Was Significant. But He Did Not Know How To Get There.