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
