It's Hard To Give Up The Being

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.

I Believe Without A Single Shadow Of A Doubt That It Is Necessary For Young People To Learn To Make Choices. Learning To Make Right Choices Is The Only Way They Will Survive In An Increasingly Frightening World.

It's Just That... Without The Memories It's All Meaningless.

When I Wrote 'the Giver,' It Contained No So-called 'bad Words.' It Was Set, After All, In A Mythical, Futuristic, And Utopian Society. Not Only Was There No Poverty, Divorce, Racism, Sexism, Pollution, Or Violence In The World Of 'the Giver'; There Was Also Careful Attention Paid To Language: To Its Fluency, Precision, And Power.

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.