“Out here, there was salt on the wind itself that fell on your skin like rain. You could taste it. Out here the sun heated and the wind cooled, and the waves sang their constant song.” — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
You must not let yourself become too respectable. Keep yourself a little wild. What is life for, if not for the living of it? — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“On a bright Sunday morning in the early years of the last century,” — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“People had no more choice than animals about the burdens they carried.” — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“He knew it was perfect, and perfectly beautiful. He thought about how much she would like it. When he thought like that, happiness swelled… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“You were going to fall, you always did, but you had to get up fast and keep going.” — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
Even the bad books I write are satisfying. I'm my least critical reader. — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
People can be unimaginably foolish...and they can be unimaginably grand, at times. — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“And so I was. I can put on the cloak of the world I find myself in, however I happen to find myself in… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“The people they had been last summer, the person she had been--Dicey guessed she'd never be afraid again, not the way she had been… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
“ I felt that the world itself had changed and that it would never be steady under my feet again. I felt I understood… — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
Kids are really tougher than adults, but we tend to forget this in an affluent society that lets kids indulge themselves. — Cynthia Voigt Copy Share Image
