Quotes from Lois Lowry

I had named him Trofast – Faithful

Jonas was shocked. A name designated Not-to-Be-Spoken indicated the highest degree of disgrace.

Resistance fighters were Danish people—no one knew who, because they were very secret—who were determined to bring harm to the Nazis however they could. They damaged the German trucks and cars, and bombed their factories. They were very brave. Sometimes they were caught and killed.

He seemed much older and very tired, defeated.

words from the Bible: Where you go, I will go. Your people will be my people.

It was one of the rituals, the evening telling of feelings. Sometimes Jonas and his sister, Lily, argued over turns, over who would get to go first.

One by one the Rosens turned and hugged Annemarie silently. Ellen came to her last; the two girls held each other. "I'll come back someday," Ellen whispered fiercely. "I promise." "I know you will," Annemarie whispered back, holding her friend tightly. Then they were gone

Tú insinuabas, Jonás, que quizá no era valiente? Yo no sé qué es la valentía: qué es, qué significa. Lo que sé es que yo estaba aquí paralizado por el horror, deshecho de no poder hacer nada. Y oí que Rosemary les decía que prefería ponerse ella misma la inyección. »Y lo hizo. Yo no miré. Miré para otro lado.

That's what brave means - not thinking about the dangers. Just thinking about what you must do.

Mama was laughing quietly. "I remember, too," she said. "Sometimes she wet the bed in the middle of the night!" "I did not!" Kirsti said haughtily from the bedroom doorway. "I never, ever did that!

the history of Denmark has much to teach us all.

Watashi-no tomodachi des'. Greetings, my friend.

It was against the rules for children or adults to look at another's nakedness; but the rule did not apply to newchildren or the Old. Jonas

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.

But here in Village, marks and failings were not considered flaws at all. They were valued.

Jonas stood for a moment beside his bike, startled. It had happened again: the thing that he thought of now as "seeing beyond." This time it had been Fiona who had undergone that fleeting indescribable change. As he looked up and toward her going through the door, it happened; she changed. Actually, Jonas thought, trying to recreate it in his mind, it wasn't Fiona in her entirety. It seemed to be just her hair. And just for that flickering instant.

Annemarie's silvery blond hair flew behind her

I'm trying to ruin it! Will had bellowed back. So I can figure out how to do it perfectly! How can you learn anything if you won't take risks?

Once, his sister whispered to him privately, after a dinner they had refused to eat, "I liked it.

Stop crying, you idiot girl," he said harshly. "Your stupid mother has sent your uncle a handkerchief.

In the new light, Gabe could see that the weapons had changed. They were broken toys, bits of rusted tin, as if a careless child had left them out in the rain.

Yes, she dyes the threads and then she makes pictures from them. No one else can do it. She has like a magic touch, they say. And they want her for that." "She would be honored in Village.

She turned her eyes away quickly so that she would not learn it, would not be guilty of something clearly forbidden to her. But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and the shapes told a story of a name.

Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music, too. But perhaps it was only an echo.