“The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.”
― The Giver
― The Giver
“Take pride in your pain; you are stronger than those who have none”
― Gathering Blue
― Gathering Blue
“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. It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. It gives him choices. It gives him freedom. Those are magnificent, wonderfully unsafe things.
[from her Newberry Award acceptance speech]”
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[from her Newberry Award acceptance speech]”
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“Then, recalling what he had said, she turned to him eagerly. “What’s my surprise?”
Most Ancient turned and reached for something that was behind him. He picked it up and placed it in her arms, and it looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. It was what she had once been: tiny, a wisp of a thing, with a mischievous smile and a trusting, visible heart.
“Oh!” she cried. She hugged it to her, against her badge. “What’s its name?”
“Ask it,” Most Ancient suggested.
“Who are you?” she asked the diminutive, transparent creature in her arms, keeping her voice calm so that it wouldn’t be scared.
“New Littlest,” it told her.
She was puzzled and almost frightened at first. The she thought, Of course! Most Ancient could not have always have been Most Ancient, and Thin Elderly must once have been something else. Even Fastidious – well, maybe not. Perhaps she had always been Fastidious.
She cradled New Littlest, moving her hands as gently as possible around the fragile little thing, and turned back to ask Most Ancient what she needed to know.
“Who am I now?”
“Gossamer,” he told her.”
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Most Ancient turned and reached for something that was behind him. He picked it up and placed it in her arms, and it looked up at her with wide, curious eyes. It was what she had once been: tiny, a wisp of a thing, with a mischievous smile and a trusting, visible heart.
“Oh!” she cried. She hugged it to her, against her badge. “What’s its name?”
“Ask it,” Most Ancient suggested.
“Who are you?” she asked the diminutive, transparent creature in her arms, keeping her voice calm so that it wouldn’t be scared.
“New Littlest,” it told her.
She was puzzled and almost frightened at first. The she thought, Of course! Most Ancient could not have always have been Most Ancient, and Thin Elderly must once have been something else. Even Fastidious – well, maybe not. Perhaps she had always been Fastidious.
She cradled New Littlest, moving her hands as gently as possible around the fragile little thing, and turned back to ask Most Ancient what she needed to know.
“Who am I now?”
“Gossamer,” he told her.”
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“Memory is the happiness of being alone.”
― Anastasia Krupnick
― Anastasia Krupnick
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