In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can fill up a house in the morning, can pull everyone from bed in a fog. Food… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still. — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
“And I love being a writer because I want to leave something here on earth to make it better, prettier, stronger. I want to… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
They say that to be a writer you must first have an unhappy childhood. I don't know if unhappiness is necessary, but I think… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
When the wicked want to bring down the innocent, they aim for a loving heart. — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
In November, the smell of food is different. It is an orange smell. A squash and pumpkin smell. It tastes like cinnamon and can… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
I love being a writer because I want to leave something here on earth to make it better, prettier, stronger. — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
God turns clouds inside out to make fluffy beds for the dogs in Dog Heaven, and when they are tired from running and barking… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
It is when we are most lost that we sometimes find our truest friends. — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
I am so grateful to be a writer. I hope every child grows up and finds something to do that will seem important and… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
“It is almost impossible for a parent to hold a secret from a child. Children, without the skills of language, spend years developing instead… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
Every person is able to add beauty, whether by growing flowers, or singing, or cooking luscious meals, or raising sweet pets. Every part of… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
But what is it that makes a person want to stay here on this earth anyway, and go on suffering the most awful pain… — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
I learned to write from authors. I didn't know any, but I read their books. — Cynthia Rylant Copy Share Image
