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“You are so obtuse!" Brontë says, exasperated.
I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.”
― Bruiser
I am calm in my response. "Do you mean stupid, or angular? You need to be more specific with your insults.”
― Bruiser
“...You know something, don't you?"
"I know lots of things--your inquiry needs to be more specific."
"Just answer the question."
"True/false or multiple choice?”
― Bruiser
"I know lots of things--your inquiry needs to be more specific."
"Just answer the question."
"True/false or multiple choice?”
― Bruiser
“It's that quirky kind of weekend feeling they write ridiculous sunny-day songs about. You know the ones--I'm sure they're on your iPod even though you'd never admit it.”
― Bruiser
― Bruiser
“The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was once impossible.”
― Bruiser
― Bruiser
“Things could change, Gabe," Jonas went on. "Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents," he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. "And everybody would have the memories."
"You know the memories," he whispered, turning toward the crib.
Garbriel's breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn.
"Gabe?"
The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.
"There could be love," Jonas whispered.”
― The Giver
"You know the memories," he whispered, turning toward the crib.
Garbriel's breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn.
"Gabe?"
The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him.
"There could be love," Jonas whispered.”
― The Giver
Isabel’s 2025 Year in Books
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