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The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past. (207)

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Gabriel cried because he was hungry and cold and terribly weak. Jonas cried, too for the same reason; he wept because he was afraid he could not save Gabriel. (217)

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The newchild, no longer crying and he went limp. He saw the face of the bloodied soldier as life left his eyes. He killed it! My father killed it! (188)

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(after newchild died) Jonas felt a ripping sensation inside himself, the felling of terrible pain clawing its way forward to emerge in a cry. (190)

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It was not a plane at all. It was a bird. They saw a deer. They saw another creature that Jonas did not know. After the life of Sameness and predictability, he was awed by the surprises. He felt exquisite happiness. (215)

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When memories subsided, he was left with gnawing, painful emptiness. You have never been starving, he had been told. You will never be starving. Now he was. If he stayed, he would have lived a life hungry for feelings, for colour, for love. (216)

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The worse part of holding the memories is not the pain. It's the loneliness of it. Memories needed to be shared. (194)

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Rosemary had only five weeks' worth. A few terrible memories. Those memories overwhelmed the community. I was

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Rosemary had only five weeks' worth. A few terrible memories. Those memories overwhelmed the community. I was devastated by my own loss and grief, I didn't even try to help them (182)

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Room filled with people. It was warm and outside it was snowing. There were coloured lights: red, green and yellow, twinkling from the tree inside the room. There were packages wrapped in coloured paper. Adults smiling. There were cries of delight. They hugged one another. Jonas lay contentedly on the bed, luxuriating the warm and comforting memory. (158)

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The colours of carnage were grotesquely bright, the crimson wetness. The boy stared at him. "Water" he begged. A new spurt of blood drenched his chest and sleeve. The boy sighed. His head fell back. A dull blankess slid slowly across his eyes. He was silent. Cries of wounded men, cries for water, mother and for death. He learned what warfare meant. (154)

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The sledge hit a bump, Jonas was jarred loose and thrown violently into the air. His leg twisted and he had the crack of bone. It was if a hachet lay lodged in his leg, slicing through each nerve with a hot blade. They have never know pain, he thought. (143)

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Dumbfounded he stared at it. The same mysterious quality that the apple and sledge had - he saw it on Fiona's hair. You're beginning to see the colour red. That was before we went to Sameness. When you receive the memories, you will gain wisdom and along with colours.... I'm going to give you a memory of a rainbow" (125).